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rOWER LIGHT

OCTOBER, 1936

It Pays to Stop
at the

FASHION SHOP

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Moderate Prices.

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Phone: Towson 1022

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of

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CONTENTS

Cover ami illustrations George Horn

Page

A Challenge 3

Looking Forward 4

Preparedness — A Cause of War 5

City (A poem) 6

The Modern Arabian Nights 7

"Those Who Dare" 8

This Vacation Business 1 1

Morning Stroll 12

Hazing 1 3

Interviews 1 4

Why There is a "Sell" in Cellophane 1 5

Editorials 16

Two Cents Apiece 18

Reward Unwanted 19

The Library — At Your Service —. 2 1

The College Record 24

Our Advertisers 3 5

1935 Member 1936

P^socidted Golle6iate Press

THE

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State Teachers College

TOWSON, MARYLAND

S. T. C
COLLEC.

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Vol. X OCTOBER, 1936 No. 1

A Challenge

"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish
things." — thus speaketh the scriptures. This philosophy is just as true
today as it was in the days of old, and it is a truth particularly applicable
to college students. In this country we attempt to prolong infancy and
extend it into the college years. Play periods and athletics take care
of the play spirit, but when college students attempt to study as if they
were children, having to be led every step of the way — when they assimi-
late as they did in childhood with no greater power than they had in
the early high school grades — when they are careless in work habits, slow
in reading comprehension and lag behind as if they expected to be
coddled like babes — then a college suifers. A college is strong only in so
far as its students are strong, and unless a student has a contribution
to make to all of the ideals and ideas for which the college stands,
ideals and ideas suffer. This is true of character as well as of knowledge.

So I challenge each person who reads this Tower' Light issue who
is a member of the student body at the Towson State Teachers College
to take stock of his contribution. Is it that of an actual child, or is it
that of the more mature adolescent student.' Remember the words: "But
when I became a man I put away childish things."

LiDA Lee Tall.

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Looking Forward

COLLEGE is the highest type of formal introduction into that great
game we call life. As the debutante is launched on the sea of
society at a certain age, so after a period of time do we hope to
enter the portals of some higher institution, both for the benefit of our-
selves and for posterity-
It has often been said by learned men that a college is as strong as
its weakest student, and this statement can be applied to our own Mary-
land State Teachers College as well as others.

We, of this college, are training to enter a profession. That is, we
expect to enter the educational field fully equipped to meet and help
satisfy the demands of future generations for knowledge. The faculty
of the school is most eager to impart to us what they have gleaned from
long years of training and research work. We should be just as eager
to accept and apply this knowledge.

When one contemplates seriously the purpose of our training, one
cannot help thinking how responsible we are for the well-being and
advancement of our population. On our shoulders rests the burden of
teaching the child how to meet life with a frank, open mind and how
to bear the brunt of responsibility and hardships with fortitude. In
other words, future civilization depends in a measure on us.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you", is a saying
of the ancients that is still as true as it was long ago. Rewritten in an
educational vein it could be stated: "Learn from others as you would
have others learn from you." Give your instructors your undivided
attention. Listen with an open mind to all that they have to impart.
It's not wrong to question an individual's statement, but above all, be
open-minded and accept his statement if he has data with which to
prove it.

In this scientific and curious age more and more intelligent teachers
are needed to meet the demands of our children. Politics, the Industrial
World, and World Relations are all very closely interwoven in the lives
of the American people. The world is growing smaller and more closely
related, while our knowledge of all phenomena is ever increasing. We
are more closely connected with the doings of the entire human race
than we ever were before. The environment into which each generation
is born is becoming more and more complex. Therefore, a wider and
richer curriculum is required and more intelligent and eager teachers are
necessary to supply it.

Jr. 6.

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Preparedness— A Cause of War

A COMMON and dangerous fallacy thoroughly believed by a great
majority of people is that preparedness prevents war. These citi-
^ zens believe that a strong army and navy acts in the same way as a
police force. This analogy is completely false and misleading. The
work of the police is entirely constructive. It tries to protect life and
property and prevent all types of destruction. Armies and navies exist
only to destroy and kill everything that man holds worthwhile. It is as
logical to say preparedness prevents war as to say the law should require
every man to carry a loaded gun in his pocket to prevent quarrels and
shooting. Armaments are no guarantee of peace. If they were, then the
highly prepared nations of Europe would be the stronghold of peace,
while the undefended, fortless, four thousand mile boundary between
United States and Canada would have the constant menace of war. The
opposite is true. You don't and can't get peace by preparing for war.

Militarism has not prevented one war but has been among the chief
factors causing every war. Let us see what actually happens when nations
prepare. A nation fully arms itself, supposedly for peace. Immediately
another nation, fearful of the first nation's arming, increases its own war
budget. Thus begins the competition in armaments. This rising pyra-
mid continues and soon induces suspicion, jealousy, and strained relations
between countries, until at last at the slightest pretext there is — -War.
Was not one of the major causes of the World War due to this fact, the
competitions of armaments? Is not the war tension in Europe today
due to the same cause .^ Germany arms; France retaliates and increases
its war force. Japan builds more submarines; Russia, in fear, builds
more aeroplanes. America has also entered this vicious circle. The day
after Congress passed the Vinson bill which set a new high for our war
budget, Japan increased its war budget. Due to this tragic universal race
in armaments, the world is closer to war today than it was thirty days
before the World War, according to Senator Nye.

Looking at this problem from another angle, it is hardly possible
to imagine the tremendous cost of armaments. Of the American budget
of several billions of dollars, 70% is spent to pay for past wars and
preparation for future wars. This means the U. S. government spends
70 cents out of every dollar for purely destructive purposes, while only
30 cents is spent to fight poverty, disease, and ignorance. The United
States spent more during the World War than has been spent for educa-
tion since the beginning of our country. There are over three-fourths
of a million people in the U. S. sufl?ering from that dreadful disease,

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cancer. The price of one submarine would finance the work of the Cancer
Research Institute for 100 years. $20,000,000 would wipe out all slums.
Militarism, therefore, causes increased taxes and a higher cost of living —
but no increased security.

Milton, the great poet, summed up this subject of preparedness
beautifully when he said, "For what is war but endless wars still to
breed."

SiGMUND Shpritz. Soph. 3.

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City

Noise!

Roaring horns and screaming brakes.

Shrill whistles wildly blown,

A train which blasts through a musty hole,

And the whir of cement being thrown

Dirt!

Torn paper and filthy streets,

Dust careening toward your eyes.

An apple squashed by a rolling truck,

And gum flung to the walk

Sorrow!

Ragged man and unclean hags,

Men disfigured and scarred,

A woman bending o'er a drunken man

Her sagged face streaked with tears

Laughing children and singing men,
A dancer swinging round,
A girl who walks alone at night,
Living's a joy she's found

France E. Fantom.

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The Modern Arabian Nights

MANY thousands of years ago in ancient Bagdad, the beautiful and
virtuous Scheherazade doomed on the morrow to lose her head,
wove with all her cleverness the weird and fantastic tales of the
Arabian Nights. And the Sultan resting on his elevated couch, as was
the custom of those Eastern monarchs, listened; and each night there-
after for a thousand and one nights, he beheld, unfolding and passing
before him, the amazing creations of this maiden's imagination.

Today television becomes the modern Scheherazade; and as we
turn its dial, even as Aladdin rubbed his Wonderful Lamp, we are car-
ried away as if on a magic carpet, ro behold wonders v/hich even
Scheherazade in her wildest fancies, could not imagine.

What causes this wonder mechanism to operate is beyond the com-
prehension of any layman. In 1842, Joseph Henry discovered that an
electric current passing through a coil of wire surrounding a needle
magnetized that needle. This very simple fact which seems so trivial
and unimportant to us, is indeed the basic principle of Radioactivity
and led directly to Marconi's invention of radio telegraphy and later to
our modern broadcasting and receiving stations. With the advent of the
talking drama, a challenge arose to all scientists and inventors of the
world. If the silent screen could be made to speak then shouldn't it be
possible for the radio, a sound instrument, to transmit pictures as well?
The new problem was attacked with vigor, although technically it was
found that the two subjects had little relation. One involved the study
of sound waves along electric wires which was comparatively familiar ;
and the other, the transmission of radio light waves through the ether,
of which little was known. After many trials and failures, transmission
of light and shade by radio waves was successfully accomplished; televis-
ion became a fact instead of a possibility.

From 1930 until the present, enormous strides have been taken
toward its perfection; only a month ago in Great Britain a station was
instituted to broadcast regular television programs available to any who
might be interested. In its wake, no doubt, will follow many more im-
provements, and with them the manufacture of a popular-priced instru-
ment for receival. As a result of these facts, I think it is safe to
predict that television not only is a reality but in the future will surpass
all known forms of entertainment for us Sultans.

Bernard Bernstein, Fr. 4.

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"Those Who Dare"

THE November wind tugged at his coat. Soft flurries of snow,
which at first had been a caress, now were blades of ice which
stabbed his chapped skin. His legs were numbed by walking. He
had not had a hitch for miles. A coupe shot up the hill, passed him,
slowed down, stopped.

"Want a lift, buddy .^" yelled the driver.
"You bet!" cried the walker as he climbed into the car.
"I'm going as far as Butte to get a doctor. My little boy has a terrible
cold. I'm afraid it might turn into something worse. You can go that
far with me, if you like," said the driver.

'Thanks a lot Mr. — Mr.," hesitated the walker.

"Hughes is the name, Robert Hughes," said the driver. "What's
yours?"

"My name's Joseph Rawlins, " said the walker, looking at the other's
face to see if anything registered there.

"Rawlins. Rawlins.'' I've heard that name before. You're not
the' Joseph Rawlins of the Trans-Northern, are you.^ You're not the
Rawlins whom the papers have been panning.'' The one who lost
his ".

"Yes, go on and say it. Lost his nerve in that snow storm. It was
my plane that crashed and killed those people. The investigators said
that I lost my nerve but I tell you it was ice on the wings. Everywhere
I go people stare and say, "That's Joseph Rawlins.' I can't get a job
any place, " said Rawlins.

Robert Hughes looked at Rawlins for a minute and then he said,
"It's strange but somehow I believe what you say. I might need a pilot
if my son gets worse. If you will stay awhile maybe you may have a
chance to prove what you are made of."

Time had passed while they were talking. The car shot around a
corner and came to a stop in front of a brownstone house. Hughes entered
and within several minutes emerged with the doctor, who climbed in
beside Rawlins. The car sped toward its destination. In half an houc
it pulled up before a house which was situated beside a small flying field.
Hughes and the doctor got out.

"Won't you come in, Rawlins? Wc shall see what the doctor says.
We may need your services," said Hughes as he quietly opened the door.

Rawlins got out of the car, looked up at the sky and shuddered.
If he was called on, could he face again that driving wind, that pound-

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ing snow? He shook himself as if he were shaking off something fear-
some and walked into the house.

There lying on the bed was Junior, his frail body racked with
that scourge, pneumonia. After examining the child thoroughly, the
doctor looked up at the father and said, "This child should be in a hos-
pital. What he needs is an oxygen tent. It is necessary that we exercise
all possible speed in getting him there. Mr. Hughes, you own this flying
field. Do you have a plane that can be used for this purpose?"

"There is a Boeing which we were fixing that we can use, but we
haven't any pilot to fly it," cried Hughes.

"You forget, Mr. Hughes, that that is why you brought me along,"
said Rawlins.

"Oh, you! I don't know why I should have a different opinion of
you from the rest of the world. Maybe it's because I've been around
flyers a long time. Anyway, if you will fly for me, I shall be indebted
to you for the rest of my life," said Hughes.

"I'll do my best," murmured Rawlins.

The plane was rolled out into the field. The stretcher was carried
to it. The doctor and Mr. Hughes crawled in beside the boy. Mrs. Hughes
stood beside the plane and wiped her tear-reddened eyes with her hus-
band's handkerchief. Her lot, perhaps, was more difficult than that of
all the rest. She had to stay at home and wait.

The big plane taxied to the end of the field near the hangar, turned
its streamlined nose into the gale and sped down the field for the take-
off. The stick shook in the hands of Rawlins as the plane was caught
in a cross-wind. He steadied and gave her the gun. The tachometer
registered eighty, ninety, one hundred miles an hour.

Joseph Rawlins breathed a sigh of relief. The first crisis was passed.
Next he had to fly over those mountains to Kansas City, the same route
on which he had crashed before. This time, however, he had to make it,
not to show the world that he could make it but for that kid in the rear
compartment.

He turned the plane slowly, heading south-southeast. Now the
wind screeched through the struts with new fury. Hunching over the
stick, he flung laughing defiance into the teeth of the gale. It had beaten
him once but this time he would win. The plane careened wildly in an
air pocket, he fought with the elements just as he had that other time,
for control of the plane. She went into a dive. "Got to pull out. Moun-
tains. Got to pull out before it's too late. Have to do it for the kid,"
thought Rawlins. "Kick that rudder. Pull back, back, back on that stick.
She's coming. Gently now. Back gently. Ah, she's flying level again."

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He relaxed a minute, then, "I must get altitude to get over these moun-
tains. Only have about five hundred feet clearance. Come on baby,
climb." Slowly the plane sta^^crcd up and still further up — four thousand
five thousand, six thousand feet. The plane levelled. "This should be
enough," thought Rawlins. "We are within two miles of Kansas City
anyway. Only have one more range to cross." Then, as suddenly as
night comes in the tropics the motor stopped. Rawlins hammered on
the throttle but could get no response from the dormant engine. "There
is only one thing to do," he thought. "We've got to glide the rest of the
distance. The only thing that troubles mc is that mountain range. We
might make it, though. We've got to make it." The plane tossed and
went into a side-slip. The snow had turned to hail and now it beat a
machine-gun tattoo on the metal fuselage of the plane. The plane in-
creased its speed toward the earth. Rawlins fought for control. A
mountain loomed up ahead of him snow covered and ominous. He pulled
back on the stick with all his might. He flung his arm over his face.
The plane quivered, strained, and rose over the mountain. He saw the
landing field. Then everything went black.

When Rawlins awoke, the sun was streaming in the window. Then
he remembered. As he sat up in bed he yelled, "The plane .'' The kid?
What happened to them.''" Then his eyes found the nurse. She was
holding up a paper. It read, "Rawlins, Famous Flyer, Braves Storm To
Save Life Of Boy," "Governor Asks Citation For Rawlins," read
another. Smiling, Rawlins relaxed against his pillow. He slept the
swiftlv healing sleep of those who dare the elements and win.

Evans J. Robinson. Fr. 5-

End of Storm

The wind rides high tonight

And sends flurries of leaves

Behind me on the street.

I half turn as though

Some unseen presence shadows me.

The angry clouds like marching sentinels

Flank an awaited guest.

And lo, the moon breaks through.

M. C

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This Vacation Business

WHAT was I to do with three months of vacation?
I talked with the principals of five elementary schools about
a tutoring job. It seemed that either there were to be no failures
or that I was too late for the job, so my ultimate decision was that I
would begin a business of my own. I organized a morning kindergarten.
Nine pupils, ranging in age from two and a half to six years, enrolled
at my place of business beneath a cool grape arbor in the rear of my
home. My equipment consisted of a long table, nine chairs (borrowed
from friends who had long ago put them away as memories of child-
hood days), a writing desk, a blackboard, large crayons, paper, pow-
dered clay, and colored paper.

The charge for six weeks per pupil was three dollars. I was
rewarded at the conclusion of my business dealings by finding that I had
cleared twenty dollars and ten cents in six weeks.

Our program for the three hours consisted of drawing or coloring,
cutting from magazines, manipulating clay, making articles from colored
paper, and writing (for the four pupils who were to enter school in
September) . At ten-thirty the children ate a sandwich or piece of fruit
which they had brought and then relaxed while I told them a story.
After this they played one or two active games and then went back into
the class-room under the arbor.

The greatest asset of the kindergarten was according to parental
opinion, the occupying of the children in a quiet way during six weeks
of heat. However, I felt that my pupils (I delighted in the pride of
possession) had accomplished a great deal. Little Herbert, who had
been painfully shy, blossomed out to be an interesting, friendly child;
Rita, who had stubborn tantrums, was partially conquered; Marie, who
had been a tattler, had seen the light; Mardel, who had never heard the
word "No", learned its meaning.

On the last day of school we had a party. The children had cut
and colored doilies and made the baskets which held their candies. The
unanimous decision seemed to be that the kindergarten was "fun" — what
more could I ask.?

I am now watching with interest my pupils who entered school this
fall. Will any of my work be of value? I hope so.

ViOLETTE V. HODDINOTT, Jr. 6.

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Morning Stroll

I have been exploring a new place — a strange place.
I have inquired of old things — not a trace.
I have seen a marvel unfold before my eyes,
A transfiguration that all around me lies.

Years past this place held ivy a poisonous thing to me
And now that has disappeared and not a leaf I see.
There used to be mosquitoes — who gave no warning fair.
Scientific drainage has given them a scare.

I remember how we used to scramble down the hill.
And now sedately we meander at our will
O'er steps, that lead us gently down into the dell —
Where, incredible to us, stands an old-time wishing well.

I saw a watchful mother with ducklings in a row.

Out for a morning breakfast in pond where lilies grow.

A crayfish scuttled fearfully behind a mud-filled nook

To wait until I walked away before he took a look —

For bread-crumbs — left by someone's hand —

Who must have also seen the great important goldfish

Who slid by gracefully, eyes so keen.

And as I stood gazing at them there,

The crayfish did emerge again from out his hidden lair.

I left the pool and wandered, — back, where stood a lovely thing
A bridge built by a mason's dream — under which a nymph could

sing.
But hark! I hear an alien soundl A giggle — shrill and clear.
Methinks I'd best retire at once before she finds me here.
But no — it's more than one I hear, as down the steps they dance —
A whole darn class of Freshmen, around the glen to prance!

E. Beam, Sr.

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Hazing

THE school often points with pardonable pride to the fact that
there is no hazing at the State Teachers College. This semi-bar-
baric practice has no place in the activities of the Freshmen.

However, the urge to tease sometimes overpowers the upper
classmen and wild yarns are spun for the benefit of the new students.
While no violence is committed and there is no public embarrassment
on the part of the Frosh, much mental anguish is inflicted upon that
benighted individual. For instance, take that story of the fire drill which
has become a classic. Fire drill in the dorm is a very simple thing. The
gong rings, people file to the basement where the names are checked,
and they return to their rooms. But before the first drill that is not
what the upper classmen tell the Freshmen. They tell them that the
fire department is called, that at the signal for the drill the siren is
heard in the driveway, that the firemen raise ladders to the windows to
make possible a rescue and that sometimes even ambulances are sum-
moned. The more gullible believe the story for a while but the majority
realize the preposterousness of the situation at once.

Another favorite is the tale of "heavenly hash". "Heavenly hash
is a dessert. To be specific, it is a delicious concoction of whipped
cream, marshmallows, pineapples, and nuts. Last week when it was
served a Freshman sniffed, "Hash! Why I always thought that had meat
in it". "This does", said a Senior. "It is tiny pieces of meat covered
with whipped cream". The Senior ate both her own and the Freshman's
portion.

These are but two examples of what dormitory Freshmen learn.
Everyone takes the jokes in good faith and no one's feelings are hurt.
Without a doubt the Freshman will tell next year's Freshmen the very
same thing.

M. Touchstone, Jr. 7.

A Faculty Note

"Please clear your card of summer books at your earliest convenience.
We would like to have our files up to date. Also Miss Keys is waiting for
"Rats, Lice and History" by Zinsser."

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Interviews

IT is a pleasure to meet someone who has a good sense of humor. Miss
Joshn opened her interview with, '"What would you hke to know,
how many false teeth I have and what size shoes I wear?"

Realizing that the City of Baltimore offered a common ground of
approach, our new Education teacher spoke of Baltimore as the city which
has made such a great contribution to music. Miss Joslin studied at the
Peabody Institute.

The interviewer discovered a variety of things about the instructor.
She has taught in New York, Kentucky, and Maryland. Four years of
Maryland teaching were in Goucher College. Not content with teaching
in an ordinary fashion, Miss Joslin began a Pent House School in New
York City. "It was strange to teach so far up from the ground but it
was really a grand experience," she remarked.

Miss Joslin has many interests; swimming, photography, football, and
travel.

Confidentially, her pet peeves are chewing gum and girls who swearl

Our new nurse, Mrs. Grempler, comes from an excellent background
of experience. A native of New York state, she received her first train-
ing in Albany. She came to Baltimore and was graduated from the
Maryland Nursing School. After several years she became superintendent
of the Franklin Square Hospital. From there she went to Johns Hop-
kins and now we claim her at the Maryland State Teachers College.

Mrs. Grempler may be invited to go for a swim at the "Y" most
any time, for she expressed a great love for aquatic sports. She admits
a great interest in young people, which will certainly aid our aches and
pains.

M. C.

Medicine

It's a pretty color this orange stuff
But one small dose and that's enough.
It twitches your face and makes you frown
And almost turns you upside down.

I've often wondered if some kind man
Would ease my burden, if he can,
And make my doctor take some too,
I think he'd change it then, don't you.''

Paul O. Massicot. Fr. 4.
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Why There is A "Sell" in Cellophane

NSTEAD of merely presenting a series of statements concerning the
technicalities of the manufacture and use of cellophane, I thought
that it would be wise to present the information from a different point
of view; that is, from the standpoint of how cellophane is useful in
the mercantile world. Of course there are a few facts about cellophane
which must be known before a clear understanding of its sales value can
be grasped. Scientifically, cellophane is wood pulp treated with carbon
bisulfide and an acid. The more popular explanation of its components
are evergreen wood pulp and waste milk.

Perhaps the only important fact with which we are concerned about
the discovery and history of cellophane is the fact that chemists from
the laboratories of the Du Pont de Nemours Company have caused its
enormous popularity and renown in the United States. Through the ex-
cellent supervision of Du Pont chemists, domestic production began in
1924 and increased so rapidly that it was possible to make twelve price
reductions within twelve years.

Modern usage gives cellophane its most extensive interest. This
material is characteristically transparent, sanitary, oil-proof, moisture-
proof, grease-proof, germ-proof, odorless, non-porous, pliable, durable
and strong. Each one of these qualities contributes to the value of cello-
phane as a sales medium. The transparency of cellophane wrapping
shows the complete product underneath and gives an added guarantee
to the article. Industry makes use of cellophane, chiefly because it is non-
porous and pliable and, therefore, easily adapted to necessary protection.
Due to its durability and strength, its value to the manufacturer and re-
tailer are great while its values in being oil-proof, moisture-proof, grease-
proof and germ- proof are chiefly connected with foods and clothing from
the consumers' standpoint. In the future, see for yourself, as a consumer,
how often you will say to a salesman, "I'd rather have that wrapped in
cellophane."

Marjorie Cohen, Fr. 4.

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Four Salutes

In the United St-ites the characteristic salutation is "Hello"'. The
Arabs say on meeting, "A hne morning to you". The Persian greeting is

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familiar to all by reason of its quaintness, ""May your shadow never grow
less". The Tower Light Staff says, ""Have you your contribution to the
magazine?"

To be Alone

There is no course in any college catalogue which is listed "How to
be a Hermit". If there were it should be rejected on the grounds that
we humans are a gregarious race. The progress of humanity requires
that people profit by exchange of ideas and philosophies. It is from con-
tacts with others that our greatest social institutions — home, school, and
government grow. To the ability to work together we owe our greatest
achievements.

Yet we should learn to be alone. The great works of genius — paint-
ings, music, sculpture, plays, and books are enjoyed as they were created,
alone. This capacity to create or enjoy art expresses what is indelibly a
part of us — that which distinguishes us from other animals, the possession
of a mind.

Keynote

Ideals brought you here, you numerous Freshmen. Of what ele-
ments were they made.^ Adventure, optimism, impatience at limitations,
a will to conquer and to grow were among them, we believe.

The college faculty will attempt to aid and guide with sincerity and
frankness in the resolution of problems, for it is a policy of good schools
to legislate changes not as a dose administered with the epigram, ""This
is good for you. Swallow it even if you don't like it", but rather to
provide conditions to promote growth by means of happy experiences.
It is the opinion of many that our college is of this class, so, by
accepted hereditary rules we bequeath to you years of adventure, work,
disturbance, and happiness.

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Two Cents Apiece

WHEN you buy a newspaper you seldom realize what is behind the
purchase. Last summer in New York I stepped out of the seeth-
inti congestion into a dignified hall of science and art to marvel
at a twelve foot revolving globe, many and varied barometers and scien-
tific instruments; — the lobby of the News Building. Then up I went
twenty-two stories to the busy office of the Chicago Tribune. In one
corner was the concealed entrance to the private office of Colonel Robert
R. McCormick, editor and publisher of the Chicago Tribune. The door-
way was a part of the Zebra Wood and of the mural which covered the
inside walls, and opened into v.'hat seemed living wall pictures; — "From
Trees To Tribunes".

Beginning in the southeast corner of the room was a scene of the
primeval forests with birds, beasts, and Indians pictured life size. Into
these spruce woods came the pulp wood cutters slaughtering the towering
spruce. The unknown powers of the wilderness stream then transported
the logs to the pulp mills, where the progress from pulp to newsprint
was shown before you on the wall. But the final picture on the east wall
climaxed the whole, for it revealed the actual contents of the newspaper.
It is utterly impossible to imagine anything which gets into print that was
not depicted in this extraordinary mural with the map of the world and
the Tribune Tower in the background. Every phase of news in the uni-
verse was represented, including the most unusual, the essence of all news,
a man biting a dog.

It took more than tvv'o years for the artists to obtain the necessary
data for the preliminary sketches alone, and not only was there the next
great problem of retouching and elaborating the sketches, but also
of grouping these facts on a huge wall sixteen feet high and twenty-two
feet square.

Covering the four walls on the inside of the office and acting as a
foundation for the artist's brush was, as I have mentioned, African Zebra
wood, especially imported and so called because of light and dark brown
stripes in its grain. The artists in preparing the mural tried as much as
possible, by toning down, sand papering, and mellowing all colors, to
make their work seem a part of the exquisite grain contained in the
wood.

Everything in the office blended harmoniously with the unusual set-
ting. The floor of imported ebony was in four inch blocks in tone with
the walls, and the skillful matching of its grain gave the impression of
a continuous board. The large sofa and the window seats had air cush-

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ions covered with very select French leather. The desk was probably the
most interesting fixture in the room, for although it was apparently like
other desks, its make after close examination was quite unique. Its finish
was mahogany and the entire upper surface of heavy plate glass enclosed
a map on pressed mica of the United States and a portion of Canada.
By this arrangement Colonel McCormick could remain seated at his desk
and trace the story of his treasured forests to many listeners. The entire
office seemed to be in daylight, although there was no glare as from the
sun, this of course being due to a highly perfected method of indirect
lighting.

Imagine one having an office in which decorations alone cost $25,000
and visiting it only a few hours a month. Start saving your pennies
now!

John F. Wheeler, Jr. 7.

Reward Unwanted

IT was one of those towns in which everyone lives on one street. It
was a very pretty street lined with huge old elm trees whose upper
branches met and formed a perfect green canopy. On this particular
afternoon the thoroughfare was deserted except for a large black touring
car that raced down the street and jerked to a stop before the store of
the town.

Hank Applegarth was very much surprised to see four young men
enter the store. It was not exactly the men that astonished him but
rather that one of them was handcuffed.

"Have a telephone in here.-*" inquired one.

"Why — yes — over there — ," the staring Hank pointed.

"O. K. I'll take off those handcuffs and then you call up your folks
and tell them you won't be home for awhile. Tell them you'll get in
touch with them later on. Don't try to trick us now." As the man was
speaking he ran his hands through his pockets in a seemingly vain effort
to find the key. With a look of disgust he finally turned to the others
and exclaimed, "I can't find the keys. I must have given them to one of
you."

After searching their pockets the others protested that none of them
had the keys. Don, for he seemed to be the leader of the gang, almost
shouted, "I remember. I gave them to Buck and he stayed in town."

"Well, "kid', it seems you'll have to call with those things on. Make
it snappy."

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Hank was certainly puzzled now. Thoughts followed each other in
rapid succession. "What were these fellows doing with the other one?
They looked almost like young kids with their old, unkempt, mud-caked
clothes and the torn shirts and pants. But look at that livid, sinister cut
under the eye of that one standing over by the case — what's he leering
at me for.'' I bet I know what they are. Tough gangsters. Probably
taking this kid for a ride. I've seen it in the movies. Or maybe they are
kidnappers. The papers have been full of that kind of stuff lately. Who
do they think they are kidnapping citizens of this country.-' They wont

get away with it, though! I'll stop them But what shall I do.'

There are three of them here and one out in the car, four against one!
What should I do.'"

At this point in Hank's reflections the prisoner finished his call,
and as all walked out of the store, Hank stared helplessly after them.

The black car sped along the road with four very jolly men and
one sullen, dejected one. The chief topic seemed to be centered on
the gloating words, "They'll never catch us now. They won't even trace
us where we are going."

Don, who was driving, suddenly slammed on his brakes and ex-
claimed, "What's wrong here — look at that car drawn right across the
middle of the road.'"

Before anyone had time to answer their car was surrounded by
men yelling, "Put them up. Don't try to get away."

"State cops", came weakly from one of the occupants of the car.

The more original driver began with, "Listen, oflicers, we were
not doing a bit over thirty-five — "

"No, that's not what we want you for. Come along to the judge
and explain the handcuffs on that young man. We had a call that you
devils were coming along this road."

"Well ... .1, it's like this . . . ."

"Tell it to the judge."

Four very confident young men stood in front of the judge; the
look on their faces implied — "this is going to be just too easy." The
other man stood off to one side while the police tried different keys to
remove the handcuffs.

One of the policemen who had aided in the capturing of the gang
was talking, "We received a call a little while ago from the storekeeper
in Pleasantburg. He said these men came in his store and acted like
kidnappers, so he called us up."

"Why, surely. It's like this. This is the season of the freshmen-
sophomore banquets at the college. The freshmen try to hold the presi-

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The Library At Your Service

Welcome

A new face greeted us this year upon our first visit to the Hbrary.
Miss Stitzel has gone back to college for a year, and in her stead is Mrs.
Netchaeff.

Mrs. Netchaeff spent two years at the American Library in Paris
where she was first assistant cataloguer. She also worked at Enoch
Pratt. Mrs. Netchaeff likes Towson for a residence and her position at
State Teachers College.

Yes, there were other new things about the library this year, too;
industrious new students who have lost no time in making use of it. If
you don't believe it, try to "break through the line" of those who are
getting books checked, soccer veterans, too. It is an everyday occurrence
to find every table and chair being used for useful study.

How many of you have been attracted to our new delightful corner
devoted to many and varied high class magazines. Look these periodicals
over and see if your favorite is not there. Read them. It is the only way
to keep up with our ever-changing world. To help us choose wisely, we
have posted in this corner the ten outstanding articles for each month
chosen by a Council of Librarians.

We have many new books to add to the 30,000 already in our
library. Don't wait; read them. Perhaps the following will be suggestive:
1 — Kaye and Smith's "Superstitious Corner", a gift of Miss Van Bibber

this year to the library.
2— "Southern Album" by Sarah Haardt (H. L. Mencken's wife).

B. ROYSTON.

"Caddie Woodlawn"

Brink, Carol Ryrie — "Caddie Woodlawn" — 1936 — New York: Macmillan & Co.
$2.00. Pp. 270.

Caddie Woodlawn settled herself contentedly between Maggie Bunn
and Lida Silbernagle just as the class in the one room school was about
to begin. Across the aisle sat Obediah Jones, the bully of the class, who
now stretched his long, lanky legs across the passageway and put his feet
on Maggie's desk.

"Stop that", said Maggie indignantly.

"Who says so?" snerred Obediah, stretching out more than before.

"I'll tell teacher," said Maggie with anger in her voice.

"Who cares?" said Obediah. "I ain't afraid of anybody in this
school."

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"You aren't, aren't you?" cried Caddie as she brought down a
ruler on Obediah's shins.

In the next instant Obediah and Caddie were down on the floor
rolhng and kicking — Obediah pulhng Caddie's red curls and Caddie
kicking when she could.

But this is only one instance when the vivacious personality of
Caroline Augusta Woodlawn is revealed.

Get Carol Brink's "Caddie Woodlawn" from the shelf today and
find out what happened to the two pupils in a country school room.

Muriel Jones, Sr.

If I Have Four Apples

Lawrence. Josephine — "// / Hate Four Apples". Frederick A. Stokes Company,
N. Y.. 1935. 314 pp. S2.50.

Josephine Lawrence's sincere style together with her flare for the
truth combine to make "If I Have Four Apples" one of the most dis-
cussed of the current novels.

It has been said of this comparatively new author, "Her writing about
American life is nearer the truth, farther from fiction, and more genu-
inely exciting". In her latest book Miss Lawrence tells the story of an
American family who stubbornly and desperately try to make "2 apples -|-
2 apples = 8 apples". To the extreme discomfort of Mrs. Bradley, a
budget adviser, they even persuade themselves that what they have are
not apples at all, but alligator pears.

The head of the Hoe household, at least in name, is Penter Hoe,
little heeded by the others and considered only when the matter of
tending the furnace arises. Penter, in turn, spends much of his time in
the basement coaxing the furnace and devising ways to clear himself of
debts and at the same time "pay on his home". He is helped very little
by Rose, his wife, whose ambition in life is to live in comfort surrounded
by the latest work-saving gadgets and to humor her children's whims.
Mrs. Bradley, when consulted about a household budget, finds little sym-
pathy and understanding among the elder Hoes who steadily refuse
to give up their house even as an economy measure. Although literally
buried under debt they refuse to part with the old dwelling which they
have been buying for more than a decade. Nor are they willing to
deny their children, Dallas and Sylvia, any of their adolescent fancies.
Darthula, beautiful, blonde, and a tea-room hostess is the oldest of the
Hoes. Although more practical and worldly because of her outside con-
tacts, she nevertheless encourages her mothers thriftlessness and con-
tributes very little, in general, towards improving the situation. The Hoes'

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struggle is tragically climaxed when Penter is refused Federal aid which
he had depended on for months to save his house.

The conclusion comes as a bit of a "let down" to the reader. The
family loses the house, Dallas is forced to chauffer for his girl's father,
and Sylvia relinquishes her dreams of dancing to become a hairdresser.
This, however, does not tend to lessen the reader's interest in the reading
of the book, nor does it detract from its tremendous popularity.

Described by the New York Times Book Review as a "Portrait of
a Family Going to Pieces", "If I Have Four Apples" is one of the few
books I should like to read for a second time.

Naomi Warmbold, Jr. 3.

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dent of the other class until after its banquet; the sophomores do the
same with the freshmen president. This is the president of the sopho-
more class whom we have taken after a hard fought battle." The speaker
pointed triumphantly to the captured boy.

"Quite amusing," said the judge, you have only drawn all of our
police to you for a schoolboys' prank."

The laughs froze in the throats of the freshmen while the sophomore
looked arrogant.

"As you have succeeded so well in keeping the rival president from
his banquet, I am sure that you will not mind spending the night in a
cell. It is for a worthy cause."

At these words of the judge the sophomore walked over to the
freshmen, solemnly shook their hands and said gaily, "Well, so long,
see you tomorrow. I'll take the car back to town for safe keeping."

"Not so fast," the judge intervened, "You were the cause of all the
trouble. I think you should also take their punishment. I trust your
cells will be comfortable and your bean soup enjoyable. Good night,
gentlemen."

Mary McClean, Jr.

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The College Record

Freshman Week in the Dorm

Dear Mother,

Well, Mom, here I am back at Towson again. Wish you could have
been here Tuesday to see all the girls. The school may have seemed
dead all summer, but it really came to life Tuesday. You can imagine
the excitement when two hundred girls got together for the first time in
three months. Can you guess what we did Tuesday night? Went up to
Towson, of course. To our delight and amusement everyone we met
remarked, "Looks as if Teachers College has opened."

On Wednesday from breakfast to bedtime, we were as busy as could
be, trying to get the Freshmen settled. There are about forty-five more in
the dormitory this year. They are using the first two floors of Richmond
which haven't been used for two years. We took our "little sisters" to
supper after they had been entertained on the campus by the athletic asso-
ciation. Following dinner, the Freshmen had a meeting in Richmond
Hall Parlor, where they were introduced to Miss Diefenderfer and the
Student Council, after which cookies and cocoa were served.

Thursday the new-comers spent most of the day in the Ad Building —
taking tests, having meetings, touring the glen, and attending sing-song.
Supper was served on the campus.

The induction service for the freshmen which is called "The Lighting
of the Way" was held that night. It was most impressive. Afterward
there was dancing in the foyer.

Friday was much the same as Thursday except for an afternoon Tea
Dance in the foyer. We had an orchestra and served punch. That even-
ing most of the Freshmen either went to the movies or walked up to
Towson.

Saturday morning a sight-seeing trip of Baltimore was planned.

The Y. W. C. A. sponsored a church-going campaign Sunday. At
night supper and vespers were held in the foyer. I am sure none of us
will ever forget the impressive talk Dr. Tall gave us. Thus ended our
Freshmen week in the dorm.

When asked how she liked it here, one Freshman replied, "Every-
one is so nice, you can't help but like it here." We all hope that that
is the attitude of the entire Freshmen class. We are looking forward to
a happy year together. The only thing missing is our last year's Senior
class.

There's the 10:30 bell and that means "Light's Out."

^^ Love to all,

"Dot"
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Faculty Features

THE members of the faculty have recovered from vacation. So
complete is their recovery, that like ships that pass in the night,
they speak to each other in passing. "Did you have a pleasant
vacation? Where did you go?" "Yes; England, the North Cape, New
England, Home."

Nevertheless, one needs only to look into their rested, alert, happy
faces to realize that when Miss Van Bibber suggests that they talk some
day on their vacations at Assembly time, it will require very little effort
to recall the carefree days which they spent at home and abroad.

Hardly had the curtain been rung down on the finale. Commence-
ment, than did Miss Bader slip away to join her sister in New York and
sail on the Normandie for England, there to drive "down Devonshire
lanes" and over the moors in their own car.

Dr. Dowell faded away so completely that it was long ere the knowl-
edge was revealed that she had joined Miss Van Bibber in England after
a week somewhere in camp studying. Far afield also went Miss Holt.
California called her.

Imagine two such well-groomed young women as Miss Cook and
Miss Barkley being without baggage! Twelve long days they attended
dances, teas, receptions, even the "Captain's Dinner" on the cruise to
the North Cape while waiting hopefully for the plane to arrive which
was to restore to them their dinner dresses and evening gowns.

Mrs. Debaugh's first visit abroad began at the home of her ancestors,
Ireland. She was thrilled at the sight of the Emerald Isle but "the
U. S. A. is good enough for her."

Mrs. Stapleton spent most of the summer in her pretty new home
in Riderwood. Later, she and her daughter joined her husband, Mr.
E. G. Stapleton who was studying at Columbia University, New York.
A short vacation for all of them followed after the Teachers' College
session ended.

If England called many of the faculty, New England shared her
glorious mountains, rivers, lakes, sea coast, and capes with the motorists
among the faculty who went a- wheel: Miss Brown, Miss Neunsinger,
Miss Tansil, Miss Munn, Miss Birdsong, and Miss Weyforth loitered
long in New England enjoying its many beauties.

Miss Keys, Miss Bersch, Miss Crabtree, Miss Prickett, Miss Blood
went "Home, where the heart is" — mother, father, brothers, sisters.

Last but not least Dr. Tall, who can never leave until she has
finished the business of oiling the machinery for smooth running in the
Fall, sailed for England to attend a conference at Oxford and to get a
much deserved rest.

THE T () W RK LI r; // T

Playtime did not begin immediately for all of the statf. Mr. Walther
and Mrs. Brouwer spent six hot weeks persuading the summer students
at Hopkins of the importance in life of Geography and Industrial Arts.

Dr. Lynch did not announce her destination but her pretty garden
in Idlewyld should have furnished her sufficient rest and happiness.

There are new faces around the halls these days. Miss Scott, of
the University of Iowa, is the director of Practice Teaching in the City.
Miss Joslin, from Buffalo, New York, has succeeded Miss Rutledge, for-
mer Kindergarten-Practice Supervisor. Miss Rutledge resigned to be-
come principal of the Ethical Culture School in New York. Mr. Moser,
who follows Miss Scarborough in the Mathematics department, finds
it very interesting to have in the Freshman class several students whom
he taught in the seventh grade of the campus school. One of our own
students, Mr. Podlich, who received his B. S. degree at the State Teachers
at Towson in June, is filling Mr. Moser's place in the campus school.

Peabody College, Nashville, Tenn. offers a yearly scholarship to
members of this faculty. Miss Owens, who received this honor, returned
from a year's study there and has begun her work in the Campus School.
Miss Stitzel, librarian, left for the same institution in order to obtain her
degree.

Miss Steele and her staff were too far away for this eaves-dropper to
know their plans.

If you wish to ask Miss Yoder a question, search for her behind
the piles of books and she will tell you that her vacation was spent at
Western Reserv^e University in the field of librar)- science.

The College had a visit from Miss Scarborough who has been one
of the real builders of this institution. Miss Scarborough has recently
retired. Her summer in England was one of rest and enjoyment.

This feature story would not be complete without comment on the
Glen: for, due to the initiative, stick-to-a-tiveness and vision of Miss Brown,
the Glen has become a thing of beauty and service. Its devious walks,
it beautiful trees and shrubs, its inviting fire places, its commodious
shelter, all testify to her vision and persistence. The value of this per-
manent enlargement of the campus lies in the various social and educa-
tional uses to which it can be put.

The Idle Reporter.

Among the Missing

Strange new faces remind us of those familiar faces who haunt the
halls no more by reason of teaching careers. A flying excursion might
set us down where they follow new roads to glor\'. Working too hard

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to write us letters is Hilda Walker in Bethesda. She has thirty-one
children all problems, so she scribbles.

Elinor Wilson is indulging in departmental work in science and
music. Old school-mates would expect or at least hope that one field was
music.

Dee Middleton and Louise Jones room together in Hyattsville. How
can such fun loving humans living together get their work done.' Per-
haps careers have changed their personalities.

Alan Harper indulges in seven grades in yon home county, Fred-
erick. We trust he doesn't type all his lesson plans now.

Another belle, Sara Jane Wilson, is taking a hand in teaching the
first grade in Hagerstown. Possessively she declares it to be the nicest
school in the town.

Four year boys (two in question) have borne testimony that they
have already taught without premeditated plans. This is not to be
attempted by three year graduates. M. C.

Wedding Bells for Our Alumni

IDA May Turnbull, one of our 1932 graduates, was married to Arnold
Lee Tillman on June twenty-seventh at Trinity Church, Towson.
A graduate of 1925, Lucy Mary Kelley, was married to William
Charles Hull, an alumnus of 1923 at Buchanan, Virginia, on the twenty-
seventh of June. They will make their home at Pleasant Hill Road,
Owings Mill, Maryland.

Gertrude Brooke Willson, another graduate of 1925, was married
to James Harry Brunt of Washington in the Epiphany Protestant Epis-
copal Church, in Washington.

Anna Louise Shegogue, a graduate of 1934, was married to John
Laverne Joy on the twentieth of June at Annapolis, Maryland.

Margaret Jessie Moore was married to Samuel Cushwa Troupe,
an alumnus of 1924, on the ninth of April at Hagerstown, Maryland.

Ann White Peach, a graduate of 1929, was married to Harold
Quintin Foster on August twenty-ninth at Mount Oak Methodist Epis-
copal Church, South, Mitchellville, Maryland.

Elizabeth Ida Gwynn, an alumna of 1934, was married to Gene
Thomas Benbow, a graduate of 1935, on June the twentieth, at Sacred
Heart Catholic Church, La Plata, Maryland.

Frances Grist one of our graduates of 1929 was married to Luther
Frederick Hahn, Saturday, September nineteenth at 4 P. M. at the home
of her aunt, Dr. Lida Lee Tall. Rev. Henry B. Lee of Trinity Episcopal
Church of Towson officiated.

The bride was given in marriage by her uncle, Mr. Charles H. Tall.

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The bride's gown was of white satin with train and a lace veil caught
with orange blossoms. She carried a shower bouquet of white roses and
gypsophilia.

Mrs. Burgh S. Johnson, sister of the bride and matron of honor,
wore a gown of aquamarine velvet. The groom's sister. Miss Helen
Hahn, who was maid of honor, wore wine colored velvet and carried
chrysanthemums which shaded into her gown. Mr. Theodore Hahn was
best man for his brother, with Mr. Lloyd Bunting as a second attendant.

Miss MacDonald played the wedding march and Miss Diefenderfer
served at the reception which followed, with seventy-five guests present.

Mr. and Mrs. Hahn will make their home in Baltimore.

The Lighting of the Way

A solemn, impressive occasion was the induction of the Freshmen
into the college's cooperative government. The ideals of the college were
presented to the incoming students by the questions and answers of upper-
classmen. Following this there was an intense quiet as three Grecian
figures (the presidents of the three student councils) appeared before
these college freshmen. The new students catching a gleam from the
torches of the Grecians (next were visible in a semi-circle before the
steps of the Administration Building where they again saw the represen-
tatives of the three councils of the school supported by the rest of the
student body.) Then the induction was brought to a close by the Fresh-
men raising their lights in answer to those of the figures as they joined
with the rest of the college in singing Alma Mater.

Council Fire

On Friday evening, September twenty-fifth at 7:15 o'clock the
traditional Indian Ceremony of the Council was held in the Glen.

After the faculty and students were assembled in the Council Ring,
there entered the Indian Chief followed by four Braves, the Medicine
Man and the Story Teller. A prayer was offered by the Chief followed
by four wishes made by each of the Braves. The Medicine Man inter-
preted a sand picture, and as a concluding feature a story was told by the
Indian Maiden.

Another Day

The day begins like an opening orchid,

Dewy, fragile, new,

Too beautiful to throw away.

Lord, what would you have me do.-"

M. Washburn. Sr.

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Assemblies

The purpose of this department is to present a brief, terse, and by
no means detailed account of all the important assemblies presented
during the school year.

September 24th

Our first outside speaker of the season was Miss Lavinia Engel,
who threw some light on the Federal Administration's Social Security
Program. The subject matters could not have been any more authoritative,
for Miss Engel is closely affiliated with the Social Security Administration
at Washington.

"The outstanding American fault is an affliction for panaceas" which
inevitably come to nought. The social security work being done at Wash-
ington promises to be no startling cure-all; progress is being made
slowly but with certainty. Its eventual goal is to have old age pensions
for all aged over sixty, and a national employment insurance. At present
the plan for alleviating distress is for industry to share the expense with
the worker by building up a reserve during prosperous years. Another
proposal for unemployment insurance is the creation of an excise tax on
payrolls. The student body showed great interest in the topic by their
numerous questions put forward at the close of the assembly.

Walter Rheinheimer
Dr. Tall — September 21

At the present time, under the direction of Miss Scarborough and
the alumni, the history of our college, obtained from old catalogs, reports
to the governor and from members of the alumni, is being written. As
students of the college we are interested in the personalities, especially
the first president of the school. Mr. M. A. Newell was born and edu-
cated in Belfast, Ireland. For twenty-two years he was State Superin-
tendent and President of the State Board of Education and, at the same
time. Principal of the Normal School. The other presidents of the col-
lege have been Mr. Prettyman, a former instructor, Mr. Ward, Miss Sara
E. Richmond, one of the graduates of the first class, Mr. Henry S. West,
and Dr. Tall.

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By character we refer to the personal characteristics of the individual
which includes integrity, initiative, industry, responsibility, cooperation,
leadership, punctuality, disposition, poise, manners and personal ap-
pearance.

From the Glee Club

Entertaining the hope of filling the breach in the Glee Club ranks
made by the loss of last year's class, a major portion of the Freshman
Class has tried out for membership this fall. From this group almost
sixty have been selected.

Rain or shine, every Monday afternoon is reserved for rehearsals
which start promptly at 3:15. The Glee Club annually awards a letter
to its most active, faithful, and deserving members on a point system,
and regulations governing this year's awards are more exacting than they
formerly were. Keep in mind that attendance and punctuality count heav-
ily in this matter.

The first thing to be brought to your attention is the Glee Club and
Orchestra picnic which was held on Monday, September twenty-eighth.
The big feature of the affair was the return of six former members,
including our famous Men's Quartet. Many of the old songs were re-
vived and new members as well as old joined in the singing. The
menu this year was excellent and varied, being proclaimed the best yet
and that's saying a lot.

This year's corps of officers elected last spring is functioning effici-
ently. They are:

President — Leonard Woolf

Vice-President — Ellen Pratt

Secretary — Geneva Lee Wilson

Librarian — LeRoy Wheatley

Tower Light Representative — Doris Burtnett

Director — Miss Emma E. Weyforth

Plans for Freshmen Mothers' Week-End are already in progress.
It is sincerely hoped that this year every freshman mother will attend this
occasion, for no better opportunity is offered for parents to become
acquainted with our faculty, school, and campus.

The Glee Club will accept its first invitation of the year to sing out-
side the college, when a small group will sing at the music section meet-
ing of the State Teachers Association, on October twenty-third.

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"Quarter Notes"

WE take pride in announcing that this year the S. T. C. orchestra
has the best instrumentation that it has ever had. It is very neces-
sary that an orchestra have a variety of instruments in order to
play all but the most ordinary pieces.

We are fortunate to have a number of excellent violins to give the
orchestra's string section strength and agility. The string "choir", as it
is commonly called, still lacks a bass viol — anyone that is bass enough
is very welcome to try it. . . (sales talk) . The strings this year will per-
form in smaller groups, such as quartets, etc

Of course we wouldn't forget our other members. . . oh no . . . the
woodwinds and the brass choirs have also multiplied (I hope they
don't divide) . The brass section is not complete as yet — we need a
mellophone (more sales talk) . . . but as the year progresses we hope
our listeners will be favorably impressed by the numbers. . . as well as
the noise. There will be a woodwind quartet this year. . . no competition
with the strings, however, they belong to the same union.

This year the orchestra will have four assemblies devoted to itself,
in which you will hear solos from various members, as well as orchestral
works . . . among which is an entire symphony. . . ah. The quartets, too,
will play at these assemblies.

Let me close, my dear readers (heh, heh) with a reminder that all
newcomers are most welcome to the organization. . . this is the last
sales talk.

It behooves us at this time to say a word about coming concerts. . .
foremost among which are the two symphony series, and the three
concerts offered by the Albaugh Agency. These three concerts offer three
great artists: Fritz Kreisler, the violinist, Nino Martini, and Kirsten
Flagstad. Many Baltimoreans will remember Miss Flagstad's performance
here with the Metropolitan two seasons ago, which attracted the ambas-
sador from her native country (I hear it's her cooking).

The National Symphony will present seven concerts . . . more than
they have ever presented in Baltimore. According to an acquaintance
of mine who plays in this symphony, we may expect a brilliant season.

The Philadelphia Symphony will present five concerts. . . another
compliment to Baltimore music lovers. . . and society.

Harold Goldstein, Jr. 4.
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The Natural History Group

This fall the Natural History Group has doubled the membership
it had last year. We arc glad to welcome these new students and hope
they will remain with us.

Our plans now include one short hike a month and two over-
night trips during the year. In October we hope to join the Rural Club
on a week-end trip to Virginia inspecting an apple orchard in the valley
on Saturday and returning Sunday across Sky-Line drive.

On our hikes we study any phase of natural history in which a mem-
ber is interested including plants, animals and marine life.

This is wholly a student activity. The group chooses the time, place,
and subject they wish to study.

In addition to the practical knowledge we make new friendships
and contacts which often last beyond our school days and which are
strong enough to bring former graduates back to the group each month, i

M. Owens. >

Y.W.C.A.

The Y. W. C. A. began its activities early in the year by conducting
the first Vespers September 18, with Dr. Tall as our speaker.

The Y. W. C. A. is a voluntary student organization. The "Y" girls
conduct Sunday Vespers in Richmond Hall Social Room once a month,
as well as provides outside speakers for such occasions. Every Wednes-
day morning there is Chapel at 8:15 A. M. with a student acting as
leader, and every two weeks corridor meetings are held. It is our desire
to develop spiritually as well as mentally and physically.

Elementary School News i

Like the working of a great machine the wheels of the Elementary
School moved smoothly and rapidly along on the opening day, Septem-
ber fourteenth. With the majority of their children back and only twenty-
eight new pupils, the work was picked up where it was left in June and
continued, every committee functioning to its full extent.

The children have had many interesting and varied experiences
throughout the summer, and in order to share these with one another
they planned as one of their assemblies "Echoes of Vacation."

The Parent Teachers met on October sixth at which time there was
a discussion, by request of the parents, on "Teaching the 3R's To-day."

Miss Owens is back after a year of study at Peabody. . . Miss Giles
has left us to be married ; her marriage is to take place sometime during

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the month of September. Mr. Moser has accepted the position of Mathe-
matics Instructor in the College and Mr. Podlich, one of our degree
students of last year, has taken his place in the seventh grade of the
Elementary School.

Larue Kemp, Sr.

Sports Angle

Our north campus is the scene of much activity these late after-
noons. The booming of toe meeting ball fills the autumn air and fore-
tells the opening of another soccer season. Coach Minnegan wastes very
little time, and our hooters swing into action with plenty of vim and vigor.

Through graduation or withdrawal we lost the services of seven
regulars and one first string substitute. The replacement of Josh Wheeler,
Cole, Meyer, Harper, Brumbaugh, Prus, Chrest, and Rescigno is a task
of huge proportions. Coach Minnegan, however, has a framework of
experienced men from last year's squad around which to build a fairly
good team. These veterans include: Bennett, Johnny Wheeler, Hamilton,
D. Smith, C. Smith, Ubersax, Williams, W. Cox, Gordon, Hewes, Gam-
merman, Harris, and Horn. The newcomers who might be considered
as good prospects are: Allers, L. Cox, Southern, Robinson, and Goedeke.

During the last few seasons we have had as opponents, colleges of
the highest caliber. This year is no exception and games have been
scheduled with Western Maryland, University of Maryland, Hopkins,
and Salisbury.

So it can truthfully be said that we have a team that will fight
every inch of the way and a schedule that will make such fighting
necessary. Come out and cheer the boys to victory! They enjoy and deserve
your support and enthusiasm.

Frank Chrest, Jr. 4.

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Our Soccer Team

A bunch oi hooters, they call us.
We kick, we trap, we head, we run.
And our shoes sing the Anvil Chorus,
As we go through our paces; it's fun.

Paul O. Massicott, Fr. 4.

Sports! Sports! Sports!

Have you seen our new Dan Cupids floating around the Campus?
Believe it or not, this time their target is just a bull's eye. State Teachers
College inaugurates archery! By November we are expecting a college
full of feminine William Tells. Who will volunteer to hold the apple .^

With clashing sticks the hockey season opened attended by all ; Blue,
Green, Yellow and Tan. We are looking forward to some heavy com-
petition from the Blues. The Greens say their actions will speak louder
than words. The Yellows, of course, improve with age while the Tans
are going tuo strong. November games Will Tell the tale!

B. Straining

L. FiREY

Yea Reds! Yea Blues!

Amid much counterpoint cheering the Reds and Blues found their
respective places on either side of the Front Campus. Led by Dr. Tall,
we marched to the tunes of the S. T. C. Band. — -Play Day is here!

Teams in place and fight, fight, fight for victory!! The Blues have
it. Yea Blues!

A spirit of good sportsmanship was most evident throughout the
afternoon. Both faculty and students reported a wonderful though
strenuous day.

Did you ever see Lassies and Laddies play Looby Lu ? If not, meet
us on the Front Campus next Play Day.

Betty Straining.

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State Teachers College

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CONTENTS

Pholoi^riiph lakcn by Doris Shipi.ty

Page

Democracy and Our Students 5

Why Celebrate Armistice Day? 4

An Appraisal ..- 5

Francis F. Beirnc-Christopher Billopp 6

The Adaptability of Man 7

An Early Autumn Afternoon 8

On Being Provoked 9

What is Your Opinion? 9

Modern Miniature Photography 10

Seen in the Southwest 1 1

A Dreamer 1 2

Three Vignettes 1 3

The Pool in the Glen 14

Chess 1 5

An Autumn Memory 16

Dowager Fiouse (A poem) 17

Collection of Poems — Marie Neunsinger 18

Editorials 2 1

Freshmen Mothers' Week-end 22

State Teachers Association Report . 2 3

The Library — At Your Service 2 5

The College Record 28

Our Advertisers 3'>

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Vol. X NOVEMBER, 193 6 No. 2

Democracy and Our Students

DEMOCRACY was not always a fact. Man's conception of what con-
stitutes civic and moral virtue has changed vastly since the days
when men first began to live together. The government of the
earliest society was a government exacting civil cooperation on the basis
of fear. Civil disobedience invited personal disaster. Religion too was
synonymous with fear. Gods must be appeased through endless rites
and sacrifices, otherwise their wrath would certainly destroy the un-
virtuous.

In time, with social experience and the increasing influence of tra-
dition, man reached a second level of civic virtue. Custom and tradition
introduced the sense of duty. Thus it became one's duty as a Roman or
Chinese to promote certain social cooperations. Once more moral virtue
followed the same essential pattern — so well typified in the familiar phil-
osophy of ancestor worship.

The idea of a third level of civic and moral virtue was born in the
hills of Palestine. It teaches that fear and duty are not enough — the
only permanent values are those springing from mutual goodwill. The
philosophy of the good neighbor is the soul of the world's greatest re-
ligion and the heart of the most satisfying government ever created by
man. Today we find our own nation dedicated to the proposition of
carrying forward the teachings of democracy and Christianity. We have
reached the third and highest level of civic and moral virtue.

And yet, let us look at the picture more closely. On a certain cross-
road stands a trafiic stop sign. Three motorists pass by and all stop
before passing into the main highway. Here, seemingly, are represented
the high virtues of citizenship. An examination of the motives behind
the action of each of these men, however, is quite likely to reveal that
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he went on — the second felt that it was his duty to cooperate, even thougli
he saw no particular need to do so — and the third stopped because he
saw in the law the opportunity to add a small bit to the life and happiness
of some fellow man who might have been injured by his crossing.

My students come well prepared. I cannot always see behind their
preparation, but I suspect that there are three motives. There are those
who prepare lessons and participate in the educational activities because
they fear failure or the teacher; there are those who prepare the assign-
ments from a sense of duty born of years of docile submission to un-
questioned authority; and finally, there are those who, recognizing their
democratic rights, challenge the teacher and lesson to produce educational
value in return for the effort expended.

Except our students exceed the first two levels of cooperation, they
are not fit to handle children. The fruit of fear is the philosophy of the
mal-adjusted, the seeds of duty-serving are mental stultification and hypo-
critical self-complacency. Only those charged with the spirit of mutual
goodwill and who are aggressive in furthering the interests of education
are worthy to work in an institution dedicated to the perpetuation of
democracy — our schools.

H. MOSER.

Why Celebrate Armistice Day?

On November 11, 1918, the Versailles Peace Treaty was signed.
All over the world people rejoiced ; the Great War had come to an end.
At last the world was safe for democracy, or so the people thought. Truly
then was the time to rejoice, but should we be happy now? Do we have
democracies.'' In Germany, Italy, and Russia dictators rule the people
with iron hands. In Spain a civil war is raging and ver)- soon another
dictatorship will be set up. In Ethiopia, battles are still being waged
intermittently with the Italians who have recently conquered their land.
In China, the Japanese government is slowly conquering the land and
having occasional border fights with the Russians. All over the world,
countries are having rearmament races in preparation for the next great
war. Now on November 11, 1936, Armistice Day will be celebrated,
but why, the War is still raging .>

I-i.i loiT Efsi IIN, !•>. 4.

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An Appraisal

As one moves from classroom to classroom or sits in the assembly and
views the student body the question arises, "Just how many students
■-do we have this year" ? Even a count at the Monday assembly hour
would not be an accurate figure for it would not include the group of
students now in the practice centers, and certainly they are a part of the
college. When they return to the classroom others will go out to take
their places. This exchange continues throughout the year so that the
entire student body is never within the college halls at the same time.
But if we look over the statistical reports released at the close of the
registration period we may learn just how many students are included
on the college rolls and can determine how the number compares with
that of former years.

We find there are 459 students registered in the college. Compared
with the 1933-1934 enrollment the number is almost identical for the
report that year gave the figures as 460. But looking back to the years
prior to 1933 we find that we are still below the usual number of pre-
depression days when the registrations usually stood between five and
six hundred. The two factors materially affecting the enrollment during
these past three years have been the tuition charge which was inaugurated
in 1933 and the scarcity of positions in the school systems of the State.
The funds made available through the National Youth Administration
have helped in meeting the financial difficulties of students and others
have realized that the charge is extremely low as compared with the usual
cost of higher education. The scarcity of positions, of course, is now past
history and we are faced with the disturbing fact of not being able to
fill the vacancies that exist. As we swing back gradually to the enroll-
ment figures of a few years ago we hope to be able to send out a sufficient
number of qualified graduates to meet the needs of the State.

One interesting feature of the enrollment is the large number of men
students. The reports give the number as 101 which is the maximum
enrolled in any one year in the history of the college. Considered in
the light of the enrollment figures the percentage is much higher than
it has ever been. This increase, we believe, is an answer to the call "for
more men teachers in the elementary schools."

Rebecca C. Tansil.

Announcing to his class that he had discovered an English theme
copied word for word from a book, a Cornell professor asked the guilty
man to see him after the hour. Five members of the class confronted him.

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Francis F. Beirne - Christopher Billopp

IF I should say this is a biography of Christopher BilKjpp v.ouldn't
you read it?
His real name is Francis F. Beirne. He was born in Ashland,
Virginia, on August 20. 1890. Mr. Beirne was educated in private
schools in Richmond and Baltimore, at the University of Virginia, and
at Oxford University, in England. His main reason for going into news-
paper work was probably that he comes from a newspaper tamily. His
father and his older brother are editors. Mr. "Billopp" first wrote for
a school paper here in Baltimore at the Oilman School.

He was employed by the Morning Sun in the year 191-4 and worked
as a reporter and copy-reader until 1917 when the army called him.
Mr. Beirne remained abroad until 1919, spending eighteen months in
France, but never got to the front to have any exciting war experiences.
After returning, two years were spent in the tobacco business in Rich-
mond. The Baltimore News employed him as copy-reader in 1921.

In 1923 he joined the staff of the Evening Sun as an editorial and
literary writer. The Forum claimed him as editor for a short time. Now
"The Rolling Road", inaugurated about three years ago, is every day
increasing in popularity.

Christopher Billopp is a family name. The original Christopher
Billopp was a captain of the English navy in the sixteenth century. He
commanded ships in the Battles of Bantry Bay and Cape La Hogue and
conspired against King William III. According to tradition, in the early
days of the colonies, after the Dutch had surrendered New Amsterdam,
a question arose whether Staten Island should belong to the colony of
New York or of New Jersey. It was agreed that it would belong to
New York if it could be circumnavigated in twenty-four hours. Billopp
accomplished this in his ship "The Bently". As a reward for this feat
he was given a grant of land on Staten Island and there erected a house
which he called "Bently Manor". It stands to this day and is the home
of the Staten Island Historical Society. It was in this house that, during
the Revolutionary War, Lord Howe met Benjamin Franklin and other
American representatives to discuss a possible peace, but the conference
came to nothing. For this reason "Bently Manor" is sometimes known
as "Conference House".

Mr. Beirne is married and has two children, a girl and a boy. The
boy attended the Campus School.

I hope you have learned something worthwhile from this sketch of
one of Baltimore's best liked men.

Shirley Thomas. Fr. 9.

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The Adaptability of Man

THERE is a striking contrast between the durability of our body
and the transitory character of its elements." Although man is
composed of substances which under certain conditions disintegrate
in a few hours, he lasts longer than if he were made of steel. Man changes
to meet changing conditions — physical, economic and social. A steel
machine wears out with continued use, but the muscles and mind of man
improve with activity.

"Our organs always improvise means for meeting every new situa-
tion." If one kidney is removed, the other becomes enlarged, although
only one normal kidney is needed for life. When pne-half of the thyroid
gland is exterpated, the other half greatly increases in volume, generally
more than is necessary. Insufficient secretion of a gland causes the other
glands to augment their work in order to supplement its activity. Arterial
pressure is increased so that a larger volume of blood may be filtered
through an impaired kidney.

"Each element of the body adjusts itself to the others, and the others
to it through a correlation of the organic fluids and the nervous system."
After a hemorrhage the blood vessels contract, automatically increasing
the relative volume of the remaining blood. Thus arterial pressure is
sufficiently restored for blood circulation to continue. The tissue fluids
pass through the capillary vessels and enter the circulatory system. The
fluids that enter the stomach are also immediately absorbed by the blood
These fluids re-establish the volume of the blood. The red blood cells
which had been stored in various organs escape and enter the blood-
stream. Finally, the bone marrow begins the manufacture of red cor-
puscles which will complete the regeneration of the blood.

When an artery is cut, the blood gushes in abundance, thus causing
the arterial pressure to be lowered. The decrease in the flow of blood
allows a clot of fibrin to form in the wound. The hemorrhage then stops.
During the following days, the leucocytes, or white blood cells, and tissue
cells invade the clot and progressively rebuild the arterial wall.

"Knowledge of healing processes has brought about modern surgery.
Surgeons would not be able to treat wounds if adaptation did not exist.
They have no influence on the healing mechanism. They content them-
selves with guiding the spontaneous activity of those mechanisms."

"Environment stamps human beings indelibly with its mark." When
man wore insufficient clothing to protect him from wind, rain and cold,
the mechanisms responsible for regulating the temperature of the body
were in constant use. The skin of modern man never has to adapt to
severe cold, to rain or to wind since he simply wears more clothing in the

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winter. Therefore, the temperature regulating mechanisms of man are
today in a perpetual state of rest.

Man attains his highest development when his adaptive mechanisms
are in constant use — when he must conquer food and shelter, when his
meals are irregular, when "he is exposed to the rigors of the season." He
must also love, hate, suffer, fight, be happy, tire himself out and rest.
"His will needs alternately to strain and relax." Man is made for this
kind of living just as the stomach is made for the digestion of food.

"Leisure engenders degeneration." The theater, concerts, radio, ath-
letics and automobiles are substituted by modern man for intelligent work;
but activity and work alone strengthen and improve physiological and
mental functions. Ref.: — Carrel, Alexis — Man — The Uuknoun.

Dorothy Wohrna, Soph. 1.

An Early Autumn Afternoon

Yesterday Autumn had come. I knew, because I heard it in the
solemn deliberation of the stream I walked beside. Its new presence
wasn't hidden by the careless coloratura laughter of the ripples over the
rocks. The languid, shaded places in the bosom of the stream reflected
it; and it was churned into the water at little whirling places. The heavy
summer scents had been washed from the air and the cool and even breeze
had scarcely an odor — only a subtle, stimulating tang. Shadows were
longer and deeper than I had noticed before. They make the green of
grass and leaves and the premature red and yellow of the ivy brilliant by
their contrast. All colors were more intense and impressive than the
summer tones, for they were not diluted with too much sunlight. The
blue of the sky was cool and distant, veiled by wisps of gossamer clouds.
But with all the beauty of the afternoon there was a soft sadness — a
feeling of ordained tragedy.

Charles N. Leef. Fr. 4.

Boner . . .

From the Haverford News: A student unable to answer an examina-
tion question on what caused the depression, wrote on his paper, "God
knows, I don't. Merry Christmas." When he got the paper back, it had
the following notation at the bottom, "God gets 100. You get zero.
Happy New Year." . . .

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On Being Provoked

WHEN one's outlook is such that the least action of someone else
is an irritation, we can safely say that this general condition hints
of being provoked. Provoked, it is understood, means being
aggravated, in a lather, burned up, etc.

It is surprisingly easy to find how quickly one can be provoked when
one wants to be. Suppose little Teddy is playing, in the exuberance of
unmolested youth, with a hammer and a large pan — and that every stroke
brings forth a reverberation that would do credit to a "Big Bertha".
It is indeed a distinct shock that such an innocent display of technique
on this primitive percussion instrument should, after a while, cause big
Jim to fly off the handle and proceed to slap little Teddy. It is, perhaps,
another display of man's primordial instincts.

Then again, take the case of Mr. and Mrs. M. What undoubtedly
started out to be a pleasant little ramble turned out to be a melee — all
because Mrs. M. wished to call Mr. M.'s attention to the following points
— to wit, driving a mite on the left side of the road, doing 65, and
nearly giving Mrs. M. heart failure when he passed that truck on the
right without blowing his horn — she, with her weak condition, too. He,
in turn, became so unduly, so irrationally aggravated that he took it out
on a big stick by the side of the road — he walks with a limp.

One can see the light by this time. Is it a safe and sane thing for
a person of fairly obvious culture, education, and broad sensibility to
become aggravated at merely nothing?

I wouldn't know. I was aggravated to the 'nth degree, or I shouldn't
have written this.

What Is Your Opinion?

It was spring. Radiant magnolia trees had flaunted their brilliant
pink blossoms; green buds were slowly unravelling to show themselves
to the world; dogwood trees, with waxy cream and pink blossoms added
to the reawakening of the earth. All seemed to want to show the world
that spring was the most glorious season of the year.

But spring had not thought of fall — had not reckoned with the dog-
wood in the autumn when it was mellowed with age to a russet hue and
when bright clusters of little red berries appeared on it. Spring had
never seen the sumac at this time of the year, the slender leaves varied
from crimson to copper. And it did not know of the yellow leaves of
the maple trees which crisply skipped along with the wind and danced
high in the air. Poor, poor spring.

M. McClean, Jr. 7.
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Modern Miniature PJiotography

A PRETTY, vivacious young miss is holding her hand-bag and, at the
same time, powdering her nose with the aid of a small mirror
- on her purse. A short click, and another "candid photo" has
been taken. Nothing startling has really happened. The young lady
seemed to be looking into a mirror which really was a camera finder, a
miniature camera being an integral part of the purse.

We see here a piaure of only one aspect of modern miniature
photography. Spies use button-lens cameras taking pictures one-half
the size of postage stamps. Watch-shaped cameras are used with suc-
cess. Small pocket cameras no larger than a pack of cigarettes take pic-
tures one inch by one and a half inches, capable of being enlarged to
the size of three by four feet.

On every side, modern photography is beginning to mean miniature
photography. Where ten years ago plate cameras and portable processing
equipment weighing at least twenty-five pounds had to be carried, today
a pocket camera operating with watch-like precision is carried loaded with
ultra-sensitive films, weighing only eighteen ounces.

Where ten years ago the photographer carefully set his camera on a
tripod, looked through his ground glass screen, and took about a quarter
of an hour to set his camera, — today with a modern miniature camera,
the photographer sets two dials, brings the camera to his eye, focuses,
"click", and in fifteen seconds the picture is taken (a picture even sur-
passing those taken with old, heavy, large cameras) .

Where ten years ago photographers had to truck along heavy plates,
and change plates for each picture, — today with a modern miniature
camera loaded with thirt)'-five mm. film, the photographer can snap, if
necessary, thirty-six pictures within the short time of sixty seconds, or
average about two seconds for each picture.

Where ten years ago the photographer had to wait for a sunny day, —
today with modern miniature camera and modern fast film, the photog-
raper can take a snapshot in a darkened theater of any scene of the
performance he is enjoying.

Where ten years ago (and sometimes even now), mothers had to
drag their children to photographic studios and pose for uninteresting,
lifeless pictures, — today, armed with a miniature camera, the photographer
visits the children at home and snaps vivid, living pictures while the
children are at play.

Where ten years ago the photographer had to spend almost a small
fortune for his equipment and film supplies, — today the modern photog-
rapher spends little more than pocket change for a roll of film.

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Where ten years ago a man never dreamt of handling a camera until
he had studied it and practiced under a professional photographer for
a period of years, — today, almost anyone, with a little guidance, can be
taught to snap respectable, and even good photographs.

Max Berzofsky, Jr. 4.

Seen In The Southwest

TINKLE, tin-kle, tin-kle! The lazy sound of the little bell in the hand
of the Mexican tamale vendor is his means of advertising. Were
he still in Mexico he would be content with dozing on a street
corner, waiting for customers to make the first suggestion of purchase.
But he is in the southwestern United States on the clean streets of a pros-
perous community and he must make some pretense at conformity to
American customs. In appearance he is typically Mexican. The wrinkles
of his brown face draw up one corner of his mouth to show the sur-
prisingly white teeth there. His brown eyes are sharply gleaming in
spite of their rather sluggish movement. The black hair, thick for older
middle age, can be seen through the holes in the straw hat which comes
low on his forehead. The hat itself is probably of American manu-
facture patterned after the Mexican sombrero, and it is worn with
a careless air that makes it seem a part of the man.

The green covered box on wheels which is his cart is wearily pro-
pelled forwards more by the weight of his body than by any force which
he may apply. The faded, poorly painted, dirty red letters spelling
"tamales" on the side of the cart seem to harmonize with his clothes:
the once-green shirt of rough cotton, the inevitable jacket, its original
shade of brown nearly obscured by another brown not obtained with dye^
the front of his patched and frayed trousers' legs silently telling of many
greasy hand-wipings, and the dirt-colored shoes, which seem a part of
the cart, following it in a shuffling rhythm.

He is a peon of Old Mexico transplanted into a newer country where
he has not yet become well acclimated.

No one is seen to buy any of his tamales, even though the faintly
discernible odor of chili pepper and garlic is not unattractive to the
lover of Mexican food. The vendor and his cart make their rambling
way through the mass of parked cars belonging to the late morning
shoppers going, perhaps, to a shady plaza where the Mexican can lunch
on some of his tamales and indulge in the restful pleasure of a siesta.

E. A. Fiedler, Fr. 4.

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A Dreamer

WHAT a time I had this summer. One day remains distinctly
in my mind. I was in Holland at the time. The grass was
green, the flowers were in bloom, gay faces could be seen every-
where. Every once in a while I saw a wind-mill, whose propellers were
turning rhythmically with the soft, cool summer breeze. I was walking
on air. This was my first visit to the Netherlands. I had always thought
of the country as being this way, but I had never really expected to see
it. I watched little Dutch boys playing our American game of marbles.
Their faces were bright, with not a worry in the world but to win some
of the round pieces of glass. Farther down the street three little girls
were gathered around an older woman. The four were engaged in the
art of knitting — the older woman acting as instructor. This was the
hfe!

I stopped to speak to a gray-haired man, who was sitting idly smok-
ing his pipe. He very enthusiastically told me of his childhood in Hol-
land and the changes which had occurred in the state since then. Every-
thing in his opinion had changed except the people themselves. They
alone still reflected the home-loving, friendly, happy, honest people of
his generation. He said that he was not sorry that he had lived his
life as he had. He was willing to be taken away from this good earth
even that day if God so willed it. While he was telling me these things
he sobbed softly. I tried to console him as best I could. He told me
that he didn't mind speaking so frankly to me because I looked like a
sympathetic listener. At this moment something began to choke me.
I felt like sobbing too, but saw the uselessness of such action.

I left the man a little while later. He was sleeping. A smile of
contentment was on his face. I seemed to have actually lived the life
of this gray-haired man.

In the evening I went to a carnival which was held in the street.
Everyone seemed to be dancing, except the musicians. I joined the good
people and enjoyed myself as I never had before. After each series of
dances a cool drink was served at the tables which stood along the side-
walks. Young and old alike joined in the hilarity and gaiety of the
evening. Everyone was happy.

That night I went to sleep in a quaint, old-fashioned but neat room
in a small hotel near the center of the village in which I was staying.

At this moment I awoke to find myself in my own bed at home.
How I wish such dreams would really materialize!

Donley.

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Three Vignettes

EVERY dog must have a day and today was Nick's. He chased the
whirhng eddies of leaves down the street and dove capriciously
into the stacked ones that Mr. Brent had so carefully raked from
his lawn. Only this morning he had heard Mrs. Brent remonstrate to
the hurriedly departing back of her husband, "Henry, the first thing you
have to do when you come home is to burn those leaves", and Nick with
a low bark speculated on what Mr. Brent would say when he viewed his
(Nick's) recent handiwork for Mr. Brent worked for the railroad and
possessed a vocabulary all his own. But how can you account for your
actions on a crisp November day?

Sue Ames plodded listlessly on seeing nothing of the riotous Autumn
color or the blue cloudless sky. Sue had lost her job. Going home
meant telling a strained nervous woman that no more money could be
counted on from Mr. Garfinkle's store for a mistake had been made that
morning and the irascible old gentleman had fired her as the guilty
person. The leaves which clung to her ankles and the wind which so
gayly twirled her skirt irritated her and she shook herself angrily as
though to be rid of the entire burden of misfortune.

Jake Owens had a girl, a pretty girl, too. She worked in the florist
shop on the main street and Jake had lost his heart to her while buying
flowers for another girl. This afternoon he was taking her to a football
game. He had purchased the best seats he could afford. Later when they
drove out into the brief blazing autumn sunset he'd tell her of his raise
and invite her to share permanently what he had planned so long. "But
gee", he marveled, "isn't it a swell day."

M. C.

This Day

I have been wading breast high

Through fields of aster purple.

Touching the tight buds gently

And breathing deep of hills and fields.

I have been stooping under light-filtered leaves

And stumbling on dark trunks of trees.

Oh, under the wide, blue, windy sky I walked

This day, this day,

And bits of God shone through!

Marguerite Simmons.

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The Pool In The Glen

We paused beside the pools that lie

Under the forest bough,
Each seemed as 'twere a little sky

Gulf'd in a world below.

P. B. Shelley.

WANDERING along a wooded path through the shaded hollow of
the glen, I chanced upon a clear sequestered pool of unusual
and exquisite beauty. Its dark bluish-green waters drowsily reflect
in softer more subdued tones the blazing autumnal grandeur of the sur-
rounding woodland. Here and there a water-lily proudly floats atop its
huge, palm-like leaves, while alongside a half-submerged leaflet resplen-
dently garbed in a cloak of flaming scarlet and russet and brown, presents
a striking contrast to the ashen whiteness of the lily. From the leafy
branches of the overhanging willow tree an envious brother breaks lightly
away and soaring momentarily aloft on a breath of breeze dips and bows
and twists and turns in a gay farewell frolic. The purplish-blue rhodo-
dendron peeps from among sprigs of hemlock and verdant aquatic plants
which border the outer edge of the pool, its delicate fragrance blending
with the subtle, almost imperceptible aroma of the blue-blossomed water-
hyacinth. A lone duckling paddles serenely by, and causes in the swish-
ing current of its passage, the shadowed reflections to weirdly shimmer.
Shafts of golden sunlight sift through the green foliage on these wavering
images and form sparkling mosaics of dark and light on the surface of
the pool. In a glistening confusion of brilliant hues, a school of golden
fish leisurely glide through the limpid waters, and from moss-covered
rocky crevices and dark grottoes, smaller progeny dart to and fro like
blurred streaks of burnished metal. I scan the immediate neighborhood
inquisitively to determine the source of this picturesque lagoon, and dis-
cover that there are two main inlets leading into the pond. A shallow,
sluggish brooklet which appears at some distance ahead winds languidly
and lazily towards me. Unhurried and undisturbed it lingers and loiters
by bits of smooth, rounded pebbles and glorious bursts of blue forget-
me-nots, until, as though exhausted, it wearily slips under a tunnel of
stone patchwork to trickle into the basin. Besides the shallow brooklet,
directly at my feet, perhaps from "caverns measureless to man", a spring
with iridescent bubbles emerges and gurgling gaily rushes forward to
greet its companion. Together the two emerge on the opposite shore
and fall intermingling in a miniature white cascade, to find a laughing
world which disappears from view in the tall rushes that fringe its curving

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banks. Here is Beauty, here is Peace. I stand and gaze in silent rever-
ence.

Bernard Bernstein, Fr. 4.

Chess

HY do so few people play chess? Is it, perhaps, because they
are discouraged by such misleading epithets as "The Screwiest
Game," "The Moron's Delight" or "The Idiot's Pastime.^"

I recently read an article in a popular magazine bearing one of these
titles as a caption. The author's introduction was anything but encourag-
ing to a potential player. Not only were his statements deceiving and far-
fetched, but some were absolutely, undeniably false. He describes chess
as "a game that has no joys of action, danger, physical effort, no thrill
of gambling; that contains not one element of chance, not one factor of
sportsmanship, is utterly unsociable and has never been accused of build-
ing charaaer or health."

I'll grant there is no physical effort or physical development on the
part of those participating. I do contend, however, that the other sup-
posed facts, as stated by the author, are encountered by the majority of
chess enthusiasts. Suppose we briefly diagnose the situation that we may
discover some truthful statements.

There is without doubt some action; it is slow and deliberate but it
is certainly important. One careless or thoughtless move can and often
does bring disaster to the guilty party. Danger? Most assuredly, it is
always lurking around the corner of the next move. Gambling? Why
the basic principle of the entire game is the gamble of wits. As for
character and sportsmanship, I can think of no other game which de-
termines these essential qualities as does chess. One so easily loses his
temper. The term "unsociable" is too general to discuss. Each player
understands the other and an occasional remark is sufficient to create a
friendly atmosphere. Should it be necessary to talk about Lizzie's new
dress, the depression, or the new baby next door, in order to be sociable ?

Let's play more chess. Give it a trial and find out if it really is
"screwy".

Frank T. Chrest.

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An Autumn Memory

MUCH has already been written about the glen but I can not resist
the opportunity to tell what it means to me in the hope that
someone else will realize what a beautiful spot we have on the
campus. To tell why the glen is more than "THE GLEN" to me, it is
necessary to tell of an experience.

Have you ever thought what it is to be without one of the greatest
beauties of nature, autumn foliage? Years ago, I lived in a section of
the country which was flat as the proverbial pancake. The streams were
sluggish back-water and the trees were tall, starved, ragged pines. The
summer brush disappeared almost cnernight as winter set in, leaving the
landscape bleak and gaunt.

I had been used to the glories of the West Virginia hills in autumn
and my proudest possession was a painting of one of those landscapes
which shows nature in its gala attire. The brilliant hillside guarded a
lively stream which bounded over rocks and logs. I was deeply shocked
when a native of the flat country looked at the painting and said, "Why
do people paint such lies? You know very well there never was any-
thing that looked like that." Naturally I defended the painting by describ-
ing what my memory told me was true of the hills. The cynic was never
convinced and each new argument made me more homesick for hills.

Then we came to Maryland and I had my hills again. Maryland is
beautiful but nowhere could I find even a cousin to my painting. Then
this fall I happened to look over toward the glen. I paid no more atten-
tion during that lesson, but at the first opportunity made a closer inspec-
tion. My dreams were realized — at last I found the fulfillment of a
childhood memory, or rather, a shrine.

Long ago the painting was lost, but what does it matter — it lives
again for me, — lives close at hand in the glen.

E. Robe. Jr. 5.

In the style of an English stude . . .

"Why is it professors can wear purple ties
Haphazard haircuts and coats the wrong size.
Trousers too short and color schemes vile.
Yet flunk me in English because of my style?"

{Northeastern News) ,

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Dowager House

As I approach the dowager house,
Haughty as can be
It sits aloof, alone on a hill,
Aloof to all but me.

I see the places the painter skipped,
The porch, the steps, the wall,
But the dowdy, dreary old shell
Seems not to care at all.

I wonder what memories it holds
To help it not to mind
When others are made over new
And it gets left behind.

Its silhouette against the sky
Appears to be a crown.
It's full of peaks and points and ells
That just reach up and down.

Up the steps I climb,
And then I step inside.
It's dark and dank and lonely,
As though perhaps it cried.

It never used to be alone.
There was always joy inside.
Perhaps it was remembering
And that was why it cried.

But unless you heard me tell it,
You would never, never know,
That the big, bold painted front
Was just put up for show.

M. Washburn, Sr.

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Spring Passed By

It was like the last note of a song —

A black spot holding all the melody

And yet singing on and on.

It was like the last bird,

As he flew from the tops of the tree

Into the clouds; Her sounds to be heard.

It was like our last farewell,

Final in its ending

Resounding with a beginning,

As spring sang past us —

When the last leaf hit the ground.

The Snow Came"

About the sky the crows flew.

Then dashing toward the cold blue bowl

Picked holes

And it began to snow.
♦This thought from a little boj' who knows how cold cold can be.

Flight

If I could slide my finger across that sky

And plan each strip of blue,

I would feel the wet clouds —

The dry space

And the cool light dew.

My hand would lie against the surface

Then, with a quickening wrist

I'd go from east to west

And just below this maze.

The tree tops.

The soft hill, —

A frightening streak of light —

When a gull whizzed by

In its lonely flight.

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Grey Rocks

Grey, cold and black in spots,

Water sweeps the abrupt edges of the rocks

As ships lie in their shadow

And rise, then fall on that blue meadow.

Each Wave

With a sweeping caress and a tender stroke
Slides up, and traces through each black nook:
Not a spot forgotten — as tiny bits of life
Scream their delight when the sun shines.
And you see their brilliance through their might.

Transformation

A calm — a deep, deep calm — that warning hush
That permeates the meadow, woods, and hill.
And sends to every sheltering tree and bush
The woodland folk, whose hearts with terror fill.
Each leaf begins to tremble, flow'rs to nod.
Beneath the breath of this late autumn blast
The daisies bend to kiss the goldenrod.
And when the storm departs, and clouds have passed
From o'er the smiling, ever-watchful sun,
The leaves sway gently with the passing breeze
And woodland folk from hiding gayly run.
Each little heart put once more at its ease.

Soon twilight comes, and with a fond caress
In midnight's starry mantle day does dress.

Gertrude Johns, Jr.

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Taking Stock

The season of harvest is here. Once again farmers take stock and
prepare for the long winter.

Those in the educational field frequently follow this procedure, not
only in Fall but throughout the year. Theirs is an intellectual harvest;
the amassing of culture and learning as a crop.

Students preparing to be teachers are probably unique in that one
career serves as a goal through the years. Students in liberal arts col-
leges may specialize in a field with little certainty as to choice of career
until several years have passed. Teaching necessitates the planting of a
select staple.

Preparatory work of three or four years gives one many opportunities
to evaluate the gain, the loss, and the hopes for tomorrow. The evalua-
tion is evidenced by a certain thoughtfulness, an enthusiasm for new fields
of knowledge, graceful acceptance of defeat with renewed power to try
again.

Pharoah long ago visioned seven lean years and seven years of plenty.
With sagacious guidance he planned well for the seven years of famine
and thus averted tragedy.

November is here. Is your harvest great?

The Making of a Teaclier

Select a young and pleasing personality; trim off all mannerisms
of voice, dress, or deportment ; pour over it a mixture of equal parts of the
wisdom of Solomon, the courage of young David, the strength of Samson,
and the patience of Job; season with the salt of experience, the pepper
of animation, the oil of sympathy, and a dash of humor; stew for
about four years in a hot classroom, testing occasionally with the fork of
criticism thrust in by a principal or a superintendent. When done to a
turn, garnish with a small salary and serve hot to the community.

Author unknown — (Taken from the Modern Language Journal,

March, 1936.)

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Freshmen Mothers' Week-end

November 13, l4, and 15, 1936
Program
Friday, November \^th

Afternoon — Welcome and registration at Newell Hall
6:00 — Dinner at the dormitory
7:00 — Social hour and group singing
8:00 — Personal appointments with daughters and sons
Saturday, November \Ath

10.00 — Opportunity for sight-seeing trip around Baltimore and Loch
Raven, shopping in Baltimore or seeing college campus. (For
the sight-seeing trip the mothers are guests of the school.)
12:15 — Luncheon

1:00-4:00 — Individual conferences with Dr. Anna S. Abercrombie,
College Physician — Infirmary
Topic: The Health Record of Daughters and Sons
2:00-4:00 — Individual conferences of mothers and daughters or
sons with scholarship committee, advisers and instructors
of Freshman classes — Foyer
3:00-3:45 — Tea served in the Foyer
3:45-4:00 — Picture of mothers with daughters and sons — front steps

of Newell Hall
4:00 — Discussion meeting with Dr. Tall, advisers and all members
of the Faculty — Richmond Hall (For mothers only)
Topic: What a State Teachers College needs from its students,
what it gives, and what it means to the community.
6:00 — Dinner at the dormitory for all Freshmen, their mothers and

members of the faculty.
7:00 — Social hour in the Foyer with entertainment and music
8:00 — Personal appointments with daughters and sons
Sunday, November \5th

Morning — Opportunity to visit the churches and meet the pastors
1 :00 — Dinner for mothers and fathers of resident Freshman
1:30-3:00 — Administration Building and Elementar}' School open

for inspection.
Afternoon — Farewell

Ex.-Mid: Dad, do you remember the story you told me about how
you were kicked out of college.'
Dad: Yes, son, why?
Ex.-Mid: Isn't it funny, how history repeats itself?

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State Teachers Association Report
"The Sheep Look Up and Are Not Fed"

Thus, with a quotation from Milton Dr. Hutchins opened his
brilliantly epigrammatic address to the teachers of Maryland. The young
University president first gave a picture of the present status of educa-
tion. More and more persons are receiving greater amounts of educa-
tion. There are increasing numbers of junior colleges; and adult educa-
tion is reaching overwhelming proportions. However, there is little to
be said concerning the improvement in the quality of education. In Chicago
High Schools large numbers of pupils are "functionally illiterate". They
may be able to read words and phrases but unable to comprehend the
printed page with any degree of satisfaction. Hence one may cry, "The
sheep look up, and are not fed".

Dr. Hutchins proposes a good general education as the basis of every
school. At present there are courses of short unrelated material, "which
is usually crammed and regurgitated at the examination". Furthermore
Dr. Hutchins is of the opinion that without adequate compensation and
security one cannot expect good teachers. For example, in the rural
counties of Kansas a teacher makes $80.00 a month.

The recent fad of the various state legislators in creating teachers'
oath bills could not escape the tirade of the professor. "To add insult
to injury a dozen states have reflected on the patriotism of teachers by
requiring them to take an oath to suport the Constitution. It is said,
teachers have great influence on the young; and we must be sure that
the young are under proper care. Very well, let us begin with parents
and have them take an oath to support the Constitution. Let us include
newspaper men, and especially the designers of comic supplements."

Even when all these obstacles have been removed, there will be
further requirements: "that the teacher himself have a good basic
education". Dr. Hutchins expressed his disrespect for thesis writing and
similar activities found in the Teachers' Colleges. "We must break the
lock step of the credit system." However, degrees would still be given
since "Americans are the most degree conscious people in the world
except the Chinese."

Epigrams were not the only verbal delicacies of the University
head, but paradoxical statements were also made: "The best practical
education is the most theoretical." Numerous industrial figures were
asked whether they preferred specific or general theoretic training in
the vocational schools. Favor was expressed for the theoretical training
since, with a good basic education, the specific skill could be learned
within two weeks.

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"The aim of education is to prepare tlie pupil for the contemporary
scene". But Dr. Hutchins brought out that most material taught in
schools is old, and even if current, is ancient by the time the pupil has
need of it.

In closing, the university professor gave indication of what he
means by a good general education. Its aim "is the training of the mind
for intelligent action". Facts, data, and information would only be used
to demonstrate or exemplify the situation.

Wai.ti-r Rheinheimer.

Early Morning

Misty morn, misty sun.
Another day has just begun.

Gossamer funnels full of dew,
Filmy sails laden too;

Crystal beads along the fence,
(What of them a few hours hence .^)

Fierce tiger-lilies foaming foam,
Frightening all the fairies home;

Another day has just begun
Misty morn, misty sun.

Night

There is a black curtain outside my window
It shuts out the light
They call it night.

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The Library At Your Service

* 'Beyond Sing The Woods"

GuLBRANSSEN, Trygvb— "Beyond Sing the. }Voods." G. P. Putnam's Sons, N. Y.,
1936. 313 pp. $2.50.

Trygve Gulbranssen, born in Oslo, Norway in 1894, comes of old
peasant stock. One may see that his writing reflects childhood memories
of hfe in the forest regions. His first book, "Beyond Sing the Woods",
has gained for itself the most favorable criticism of all Europe and has
been sensationally successful in Norway, Denmark, Holland, Sweden,
England, Germany, and Finland. An English translation has been made
by Naomi Walford. It is believed that in the near future the book
will duplicate its former sales success in America.

"Beyond Sing the Woods" is a realistic tale that traces the Bjorndal
family for generations as they struggle onward avid with vengeance. This
destructive thirst is conquered at length by the spirit of a woman.

Torgeir Bjorndal as the instigator of the mad craving for revenge
comes into fatal combat with a bear — one whose line he holds respon-
sible for the death of both his father and grandfather. Impelled by the
murder of Torgeir, his sons. Tore and Dag, take up the feud against
the people of the Broad Leas and carry on until Tore, together with his
wife and son, are killed in a sleigh accident. For more than a year after
his brother's death, Dag is too bewildered to feel responsibility to the
clan and his people. Brought into contact with Therese Holder, he vis-
ions something of a new life at Bjorndal to be acquired by revenge.
He marries Theresa and returns to the "gaard" with his wife and her
sister, Dorothea. Life begins anew for the "gaard" people and for
Bjorndal.

When two sons are born to Therese, Dag sees them as a means of
obtaining greater wealth and realization of his cruel goal. Tore and
Dag, as the sons are named, inherit the insatiable hunger for violence,
characteristic of their kin, and this feeling is intensified in Dag when
Tore, betrayed by a woman, is stabbed to death.

Dorothea and Therese die. Life becomes bleak and desolate at
Bjorndal until Adelaide Barre offers her love to young Dag and re-
kindles in the "gaard" the spirit of kindness, mercy, and good will.
Because of Adelaide's resemblance to the dead Dorothea, whose gentle
spirit has forever been with old Dag, he at last forgets vengeance, and
a new God, a God of pity and compassion is born.

"Beyond Sing the Woods" appeals to me, not as a novel whose ex-
citing action arouses one to keen interest, but as a story of tenderness
and spiritual depth that gives one the longing for divine understanding.

r 11 /■: T () w r. R light

No better inducement to read this book could be offered than the
statement from Burton Rascoe: "Beyond Sing the Woods", indeed, is a
great triumph over the limitations which modern sophistication imposes
upon the novelist; for it retains the fresh simpicity of an old folk-
tale of heroism, violence, love, hatred, challenge, combat, tragedy,
triumph and final tranquillity without falling into naivete or sentimen-
talit)' or exaggeration or false emphasis."

Naomi Warmbold, Jr. 3.

White Oak Harvest

De La Roche, Mazo — "Whiteoak Hariesl" — Boston: Little, Brown and Company.
1S>36. Pp. 378. $2.50_.

"Whiteoak Harvest" is the sixth and latest edition of Miss De
La Roche's record of the turbulent Whiteoak tribe. Those who have
read the previous books renew acquaintance with those highly colorful
and individualistic personalities. The book takes up the story from the
"Master of Jalna". It is, for the most part, the tale of Allayne and
Kenny, with Wakefield and Finch playing prominent roles. Wakefield,
with his love for self dramatization remains unchanged through the
years. Finch returns to the fold almost obliterated by his wife's pos-
sessiveness.

For those who have not yet met the "Whiteoaks", this is the sixth
of a series of books about a prominent Canadian family who live on a
large estate in Ontario. Each book may be read with pleasure but need-
less to say, the reader has a richer background for enjoyment and under-
standing if he has read the preceeding books.

Marion Touchstone.

Gone With The Wind

Mitchell, Margaret — "Gone With the Wind" — The MacMillan Company. N. Y.
1936. 1037 pages. $3.00.

As one begins to read Margaret Mitchell's book of a thousand pages,
one loses a sense of the need of work, food and sleep. It is a romantic
novel of rare quality and unusual interest. Its character studies and its
fast-moving unforeseen action merit great praise. It is the author's first
book and was chosen by the Book-of-the-Month-Club. When she sent
it to the publisher she hoped to sell five thousand copies. Now it is
in its fifteenth printing, with over three hundred thousand copies sold.

Scarlet O'Hara inherited charm from her gently bred Georgia mother;

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and from her Irish peasant father, a dominant will to battle hardships
with courage. As she reaches womanhood, she finds the South engaged
in civil war. She lives through the hysteria of escape from Atlanta
during the coming of the Yankees, and returns to the plantation, saving
it by stubborn shrewdness from Sherman and the carpet-baggers. Scarlet,
who had always been accustomed to luxury, experiences acute hunger,
and hardens in character as she searches the countryside for food, toils
in the fields, and cares for her two sisters. Careen and Suellen, ill with
typhoid fever.

During the tragic era of reconstruction her need for money to keep
the plantation is urgent. She entices the fiance of her sister into marry-
ing her and uses his money to invest in a sawmill. In a short time her
husband is killed by the activities of the Klu Klux Klan, indirectly
caused by her defiance of the existing social customs.

Within a year she again marries, this time Rhett Butler, a scoundrel
and wealthy blockade runner who is as charming and unscrupulous as
she. With Rhett's money she attempts to restore her prestige in Atlanta,
but by her self-centeredness utterly fails, and in the end loses the respect
of her friends and the love of her husband.

In sharp contrast to Scarlet, Melanie Wilkes, her loyal and closest
friend, meets the same hardship but with more strength of character
and gentler courage. Scarlet seems always to have selfishly grasped for
whatever might prove to be a means to her end, and at the last all has
"gone with the wind".

Mary E. Diefenderfer.

"Poland, Land of the White Eagle"

CoRSi, Edward C- — "Poland, Land of the White Eagle". Wyndham Press.

Born of fable and legend Poland has become a nation real and
fascinating. Against untold odds she was forced to fight for her very
existence. Envious of her fertile plains and beautiful cities her powerful
neighbors sought to own her. Small as she was she withstood them.
In her battle for life her people gave all for her. Now after a century
and a half of war with foreigners and of internal strife she has risen
to the place of a great nation. She has made for herself a place in the
world to which she has given great statesmen, artists, scientists, and war-
riors.

Captain Corsi, though an American citizen, was enlisted during the
Bolshevik invasions of 1921 in the Polish air squadron. He, on a recent
trip to Poland, observed the great progress that the nation had made
in the past ten years. It is the story of this nation, its progress, and
its people that we read in "Poland, Land of the White Eagle".

F. L. J., Jr. 7

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The College Record
Faculty Fun

Play day has gone! And such weather, and such fun for the faculty!

Dr. Tall led the grand march with students and faculty weaving
devious webs of color and rhythm.

After the march, Dr. Tall took her place in the royal box where
she entertained her guests. Miss Munn and Mrs. Brouwer with popsickles
as they watched the games.

Miss Weyforth can pitch horse shoes almost as easily as she can a
tune. Dr. Dowell can shed the dignity of her Ph. D. and shake a foot in
the "Looby Loo". Croquet, shuffle board, scotch golf must succumb to the
skill of Miss Blood, Dr. Crabtree, and Miss Cook.

Of course there would be no play day if there were no Mr. Minncgan,
no Miss Roach, and no Miss Daniels.

The State Teachers Association, too, is a thing of the past but its
memory lives because of the great number of former students now teachers,
who came back to the College. Faculty popularity was shown by the groups
who surrounded certain members of the staff. Guess who these favorites
were?

By virtue of honors received elsewhere. Miss Scott and Miss Joslin
automatically became members of the Senate of the Chi Alpha Sigma
Fraternity. Miss Scott is a member of the National Woman's Fraternity.
Pi Lambda Theta to which Dr. Crabtree, Dr. Dowell, Miss Brown and
Miss Birdsong belong.

A series of broadcasts under the auspices of the Maryland Congress
of Parents and Teachers has been inaugurated by the College at station
W. B. A. L. Those who have taken part in these broadcasts are Mrs.
Stapleton, Miss Barkley, Miss Brown, Mrs. Brouwer, Miss McDonald
and Dr. Lynch. Dr. Tall introduced the speaker on several occasions.

As this reporter loiters in the halls and on the Campus, many cjues-
tions occur. Why does Miss Blood set up the telescope in Miss Bersch's
room on a cloudy afternoon? Is she calling all stars?

Why doesn't someone put a bouquet of sunflowers on Miss Bird-
song's desk instead of the marigolds which are constantly there? Maybe
others would like some also.

Is soccer going on the air? For it is only then that one sees Mr. Min-
negan coralling the men on their way to and from class rooms.

All the members of the staff are alumni of some hall of learning
but it is to Dr. Tall that the palm has been awarded as an alumna. Dr.
Tall, for the third consecutive year has been elected president of the
Alumni Association of The City of Havre. The City of Havre is not a
High School, nor a College nor a University. It is a ship!

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Thus the days go cheerily by for the faculty with work and play and
"There's always Tomorrow".

The Idle Reporter.

Play Day

Father Time, that relentless old fellow with the gigantic scythe, is
slowly but surely wending his way through the pages of our school calen-
dar. In one of his mighty sweeps he took from us another Play Day,
the last for many of us. But although the day itself has gone, certain
memories seem to linger. How can we forget such scenes as the following ?

1. The sorrel top Sophomore whose beautiful tresses were kept in
place through the medium of a pink hair ribbon.

2. The very popular Junior who so ably led Alma Mater.

3. Cage-ball as played by a contingent of Freshmen not much big-
ger than the ball itself.

4. The student teachers who, I imagine, greatly relished the op-
portunity to leave their centers for awhile.

5. The grand and glorious time had by everyone.

F. A. C.

Baby Reception

Goodness, where on earth did these babies in Newell Hall foyer come
from? What is this? Mother Diefenderfer is coming down the hall to
take her children — forty to be exact — to the dining room.

However, Mother doesn't have the worries of the old woman who
lived in a shoe, for here are nursemaids to help. Certainly we have seen
these nurses around school — but not in white uniforms. One mother is
having trouble makmg Johnny eat his peas, whereas still another can't
get Tommy away from his mountain of mashed potatoes. In spite of all
the confusion, Peggy is using her very best manners to eat her veal and
pickles. But, oh, look at their eyes! No wonder — here comes the ice
cream and cake.

Now, after the children have stuffed themselves with cookies, it is
time for exercise. They are forming a large circle. Oh yes, this is, "The
Farmer in the Dell." But even the farmer gets tired of playing, so now
a peanut hunt is on. Miss Bader must be a "Jack-of -all-trades." She is
not only an excellent teacher and nurse, but can even find the most pea-
nuts. But here's the surprise — the prize goes to the group having the least
nuts. Such a disappointment!

There seems to be some possibility of a faculty baseball team, for
you should see those nurses run in "I Sent a Letter to my Love." It's hard
to say whether they are trying to get the letter to their love or just trying
to win the game. At any rate, we have some newly discovered talent.

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Gracious, it is 8:00 P. M. — time for all babies to get ready for bed.
This is how all Baby Birthday Parties end, even in the dormitory.

Charlotte Hurtt, Soph. 2.

Faculty Reception

Faculty reception! What a shudder those two little words sent through
me. A reception, I thought, would be bad enough, but a faculty reception
would be an unholy nightmare. In my mind's eye I could see a long line
of dignified teachers, to each of whom I must pay my respects. Could I
run that gauntlet? Could I stand under the scrutiny of those eyes.^ And
why must the affair take place directly after school.'' Did they not know
that one cannot look one's best after a gruelling day at college? I was
certain that the reception was being held for the express purpose of
allowing the faculty to mentally evaluate us. I was also certain that under
no conditions could I measure up to their standards. With these un-
pleasant thoughts running through my mind I turned my footsteps re-
luctantly toward Richmond Hall.

Slowly but surely I descended the steps into the foyer to be greeted
not by an ogre, but by the pleasant smile and firm handshake of Dr. Tall.
Why this was fun! Everyone had something cordial to say to me and
not once did any one of the faculty look askance at my disheveled school
day appearance. Within the room prevailed a spirit of good fellowship and
fun. I left the reception with a feeling of appreciation for the kindness
the faculty had shown in giving the freshmen such a hearty welcome.

Sa VILLA Cogswell, Fr. 1.

Step Hop

In gym classes the girls are taught several step-patterns for folk
dances, such as the step-hop and the step-close-step-step, but one which
was in very popular use in the auditorium on October 9th I'm sure has
never been taught in these classes, — the step-bump-step-shove tangle. If
the weather is fair and warm the step is most popular but if it's cloudy
with probable showers the step isn't nearly as evident. On this particular
date, however, the weather made no difference. The second condition which
affects the prominence of the tangle is the presence of the alumni, espe-
cially the youngest. To add interest and variety they dash from one side
of the room to the other in the middle of the pattern to greet an old
schoolmate or former confidant. A movement in the new pattern not
quite as complicated is to turn, leave your partner stranded and enter
the classmate huddle in the center of the floor. This step seems to be
quite universal and had so many variations that perhaps if we learned it
more systematically we would have more chance to see the shining new
clothes of the beginning teachers, hear more astounding gossip, and ap-

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predate more fully the decorations of the hardworking committee. Did
you know that the fourteen sea-horses galloping around the walls on
October ninth were wearing bachelor caps to represent each of the four-
teen Seniors ? No, the step-bump-step-shove tangle was too evident.

R. Hunter, Sr.

The Art Of Picnicking

We would like to inform the poetic Mr. Beam that Freshmen are
not the only ones who "around the glen do prance." Sophomore two
tried their hand at it on a recent Tuesday and turned out to be good girl
scouts.

The hour was set for four when twenty girls (including Scout Mis-
tress Weyforth) invaded the solitary haunts of the glen. Aviation man-
euvers soon appeared to be in progress for the lodge was obliterated in
a smoke screen through which drifted the excited laughter of would be
woodsmen. With much fanning and more chatter the fire was persuaded
to blaze brightly and the smoke quitted the shelter. Then came the in-
evitable high point of any picnic — food! There was Cole slaw, candy,
doughnuts, and iced tea — what, no hot dogs! Well, we hate to admit it
but those charred looking oblongs emerging from the fire were once re-
spectable frankfurters.

And what about the leader of this escapade into the wilds .^ Her
form could barely be discerned through the fog of smoke which com-
pletely enveloped her and the fireplace. But one could see that she ap-
peared quite elated, for from the flames she brought the reward of her
arduous labor, the pride of her stomach — beefsteak!

When the last ember of our friendly fire died away, the noisy glen
was forsaken for the quiet of a street car and the curtain fell on a red
letter day for Sophomore two.

B. Courtney, Soph. 2.

Reunion

Suddenly about forty or more people pushed through the revolv-
ing doors and filed back to choose buckwheat cakes, toast, or anything
which they thought would appease that little god. Hunger. Still in line
they carried their selections to a special balcony. After the appetite of
the god was satisfied various members related their experiences of the
past two months. Experiences they were sure lacked all teaching tech-
niques proved to be very valuable and promising when discussed later
by faculty advisers who were present. Each person was enthusiastic and
interested in his work even though he wasn't sure he was really teaching.
Then to recall experiences common to all, the group stood and sang
"Annie Laurie," "Our Class", and "Alma Mater" (to the delighted, ap-

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preciative and unexpected audience below). This was the Reunion Break-
fast of the Class of '36 at the Oriole Cafeteria on October 24. What
will be our stories next year.^ Maybe we will be mature enough for the
cafeteria management to call us Teachers College instead of Normal School
when we meet there next year and all the following years.

Ruth Hunti;r. Sr.

Alumni

On Friday evening — October sixteenth, the Anne Arundel County
Unit of the Maryland State Teachers College met at the home of Mrs.
Alexander W. Andrews at Shady Side. Faithful to its Alma Mater, the
unit pledged contributions of quite a tidy sum. Our own Miss Scar-
borough and Miss Tansil brought greetings and important statistical facts
from Teachers College to the group.

To top off an enjoyable meeting came a "Surprise Supper" and
entertainment.

The unit will hold its next meeting during the spring season at
Glenburnie in the home of Mrs. Clarence E. Eason.

Ethel Cole. Secretary.

The members of the Parent Teachers Association of the Westchester
Consolidated School commended by letter the work of Miss Frances Louise
Jones who has rendered invaluable service to the Mary V. Kavanaugh
Library of the school. The professional training received at the State
Teachers College has enabled Miss Jones to reorganize this library under
the Dewey Decimal System, and to greatly increase its efficiency thereby.

Chi Alpha Sigma Luncheon

The Chi Alpha Sigma luncheon was held at the Longfellow Hotel
on Saturday, October 24. There were forty-four members present at this
luncheon four of whom were welcome as new members. These were Miss
Hill, Miss Logan, Miss Kestner, and Miss Grogan. Miss Scott, Miss Jos-
lin, and Mr. Moshcr were also introduced as new members of the Senate, it
being Miss Scott's and Miss Joslin first meeting with the Fraternity.

Following a luncheon Dr. Ivan E. McDougle of Goucher gave us an
interesting and entertaining address which he entitled "Political Para-
doxes". Dr. McDougle told us before beginning that at the end of his
talk we might not know for whom he was going to vote but at least we
would know for whom he was not going to vote, and he left no doubt in
our minds about it.

Dr. McDougle's speech was followed by a very short business meeting
after which we left with both mind and body pleasantly filled.

L. Kemp, Sr.

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Ho-hum

Seen in 223

A Junior boy, who is cut by Freshman girls still seems to be satisfied
with a Senior. — The Freshmen are making a hit. Red hair and green eyes are
an asset. — Good tactics are found in handshaking your boss. — Clapping
from kibitzers is getting to be quite the thing. — It isn't a new step but it's
known as pushing the truck around. — Breaking up a great romance means
nothing to the current "cutters". — Oh Joy(ce), Mr. Bennett! — Has Pewee
gone French on us?

Heard in faculty hobnobbing

Art Department — "How I hate that administrative strut!"
Geography Department — (On viewing cartograms of sheep drawn by

Seniors). "Don't pull the wool over their eyes, get it around the legs."
English Department — "Don't be a 2x4 school teacher."
Education Department — "Did you go to the short men's meeting,

Mr. Nolte.?"

At Random

We suggest for Miss Munn, now that fly season is over, a moth bag
for her swatter. — Montebello visitors find walking from the first fare
most healthful at 11:40 on Wednesday. — Dot has "Eds" trouble.^Muriel
Jones believes in alliteration of names. Here's a new one-Harvey Hamlet.- —
Mrs. Brouwer, describing the picture "American Gothic", "an austere
Mid-western farmer — ■", Senior — -"Landon."

In the dorm

How would you like to get roses sent to you in the middle of the
week as a Junior did ? — Miss Shank sees profit in associating with Fourth
Year Seniors of last year. — Do you find safety in numbers, Frank ? — Windy
should take up archery. — Who is the new male charmer with the faintly
Southern accent.^ — Mary is adding to her dancing class steadily. — Why
are Thanksgiving holidays so popular ? To Miss Fircy and others ? — You
know you shouldn't keep such late hours, Becky.

Amendments

Then there was the girl who forgot her doorkey. The fond rescuer
who climbed into the window was greeted as a burglar by a shotgun. —
A certain pianist probably wishes that she were twins so that she could
dance and play at the same time. — Going out to dinner in the middle of
the week with two boys is quite the thing in the dorm. — How do you like
the new accompaniment that Mr. Haslup has.- — She is going to be married,
Mr. Greenfield. But Mr. Greenfield forgets too easily. — The many standing
friendships in Junior 4 please us.

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Assembly

On October 12, Miss Inez Johnson, fomerly a teacher in the Baltimore
Teacher-Training School and now a supervisor in West Orange, New
Jersey, spoke to the college. Miss Johnson has traveled extensively, but
because her time for speaking was limited, she could describe only a few
interesting spots in New Zealand and in Alaska. She said that one of the
most spectacular sights in New Zealand is the glow worm cave, the only
one of its kind in the world. Upon the roof of this cave are millions of
tiny lights that glimmer and shine like brilliant stars set off by a back-
ground of black sky. Another unique spot on this same island is the ther-
mal belt, in which boiling water lies, immediately under the surface of the
earth. It is the custom of the natives to cook food in the hot water which
rises in a hole dug in the yard.

In Alaska, Miss Johnson traveled to the edge of the Arctic Circle to
view the midnight sun. It is impossible to imagine a more gorgeous and
inspiring sight, she said. The sun, a glowing ball of light, rises against a
background of sky brilliant with color.

Miss Johnson has found that in her many travels her acquaintance
with various races of people has helped her greatly in understanding the
countries to which these people belong.

S. Strumsky.

Miss Mary E. W. Risteau, State Senator from Harford Count}' and a
member of the State Board of Education, spoke to the assembly of the
voter and his responsibilities. The one power of the individual is his vote.
It is his duty to use it to the greatest advantage for his people. Legisla-
tion is influenced by public opinion; therefore, do your part to formulate
public opinion for the best possible good.

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— And As For Music

A complete new set of songs constitutes the program at the Monday
rehearsals, last year songs being sung only at intervals as entertainment.
If suitable arrangements can be made, the initial engagement of the season
will be at Annapolis on Tuesday, December 8. A bus trip and song recital
all on one night make a most enjoyable combination.

Freshman Mothers' Week End will soon be upon us, so let's turn
our attention toward it. The Glee Club members and the faculty will
entertain freshmen parents on the afternoon of Saturday, November the
l4th. In the evening, the freshmen members of the group will display
their talent in the following numbers:

Chorus: — "Jesu, Joy of Man' Desiring" — by Bach
"On the Levee" — American Folk Tune

Men's Chorus — "3 for Jack" — by W. H. Squire

Girl's Chorus — "Lauterback" — German Folk Tune

Men's Quartet — To be announced

Paul Massicott, Fr. 4; Basil Burton, Fr. 7;
Evans Robinson, Fr. 3 ; Norris Weis, Fr. 4.

Girls' Trio — "Minuet" — by Beethoven

Yvonne Belt, Fr. 9 ; Sarah Hapburn, Fr. 3 ; Mary Brashears, Fr. 9.

Solos by — Maratha Norris, Fr. 5 ; Evelyn Medicus, Fr. 1 ; Dorothy
Merryman, Fr. 9 ; Marie Washkevich, Fr. 6.

Duet by — Eunice Gore, Fr. 8 ; Virginia Sperlein, Fr. 6.

Instrumental Notes

The most important inmmediate work confronting the orchestra,
aside from its regular schedule, is preparation for its four assemblies and
for Freshman Mother's Week-End.

Freshman Mother's week-end is an annual event for the orchestra.
We are in the balcony on Saturday evening to play during the dinner
(our meal is earlier — but most of us think we are still hungry when we
see the guests enjoying their dinner) . This year we plan to present several
solos and small-group selections as well as the entire orchestra. Yours
truly will play one (a solo) if he can get enough nerve ( . . . you know,
that balcony is pretty high from the ground) . The program that we present
at this Week-End performance is one that the orchestra likes, and we hope
the guests will enjoy it, too. The reception which is held at Richmond
Hall in the afternoon will also have a representative from the orchestra in
the person of Mr. Baker, who will play a violin solo.

You, perhaps will remember from my last article that I mentioned the
formation of smaller instrumental groups within the orchestra. They are

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under way now. Duets, ciuartcts will all have a chance to perform — some
of these at the first assembly, which is practically around the corner of the
calendar. The numbers played by the entire orchestra un this program, we
think, will provide an opportunity for the audience to hear the tone quality
of our individual instruments, and the part each plays in building the en-
tire ensemble. Take, for example, the third movement of the Western
World Symphony, in which the melody is tossed back and forth between
different choirs of the orchestra — but soon I shall be telling you too
much — you'll have to wait for the assembly for the rest of it.

Monday assemblies will find the orchestra doing its part to welcome
the week. Mr. Baker will on November 2, and other members at later
dates.

This about concludes the present music notes. You'll be listening

r us.

H. GOLDSTHIN, Jr. 4.

The Te Pa Chi Meeting

"Teaching the 3 R's Today" was presented in a novel way by the
faculty of the Campus School at the first Parent Teachers meeting of the
year. The faculty requested the parents to sit in on a round table discus-
sion comparable to those held at faculty meetings.

The parents perceived how the recognizing of phrases in the first
grade becomes Reading, reading with expression through the middle
grades to a wide range of outside reading from choice not coercion, in the
upper grades.

In the same manner large movements with chalk on the blackboard
in the first grades appear in smaller form on paper, are refined until a
more adult specimen of writing is evidenced in the upper grades. Of
course hand in hand with "Kiting" the ability to have a story or letter worth
writing is stimulated. Stacks of intriguing books were displayed and ac-
counts of trips were given to show the wealth of material the child has
for arousing his creative ability.

"Rithmctic" cannot fail to be interesting in the Campus school with a
background of experience. From pennies for milk and charity, to fascinat-
ing projects resulting from the child's own needs he is led to solve true-
to-life problems.

The parents evidenced intense interest. Many who have belonged to
the Te Pa Chi for years report that the meeting was one of the best held.

MORJORIE MlNNEC..\N.

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Sports Angle

Coach Minnegan has his charges chcking in fine style these days. The
team as a whole is thinking clearly, passing accurately and playing a heads-
up brand of soccer. The oustanding factor, however, in the success of the
Towsonites so far this season, has been team work, the basic essential of
any winning combination.

Our first major opponent was Western Maryland, represented by a
team of veterans from last year's wars with the state championship sup-
posedly "sewed up". But our boys ripped that seam wide open and when
the smoke of battle had cleared, Towson was on the long end of a 4 to 1
score.

Salisbury was next encountered in a home game and once again the
White and Gold came through with flying colors. There were few scoring
opportunities in this set-to but we managed to convert three of these into
goals while the Eastern Shore contingent was successful in scoring but once.

The return game at Salisbury was a rough and tumble affair which
tested the endurance and pluck of our hooters. They proved themselves
equal to the occasion and at the final whistle the score read: Towson, 3;
Salisbury, 2.

Home and away games remain with Hopkins and Maryland. Both
are strong teams and Towson will be forced to continue playing smart
soccer if it wishes to keep its record clean.

F. A. C.

Towson vs. Western Maryland

There was no announcement of the familiar "rain no game" on
Friday. We had rain, plenty of it, and we had a game. A few bedraggled
spectators, most of whom had no umbrellas, stood on the edge of the
muddy field in the deluge to cheer Towson to victory.

Before the players had been sliding around in the mud for many
minutes. Western Maryland made a goal. This looked very bad for Tow-

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st)n, but the honic team rallied and worked its way down the field to its
opjionent's ^oal. Although Western Maryland fought hard and made many
brilliant plays, the Towson boys managed to check them. They ended
the wet and muddy battle with a four to one score in our favor.

Someone (he seemed to consider himself an authority) said the boys
played better in rain and a muddy field. If that's the case, we should make
some arrangements with the weather man. No doubt we poor spectators
will all suffer with colds, but a game like the one on Friday would be worth
the price. Here's hoping the soccer season continues so successfully.

Ruth Kauffman, Fr. 1.

Elementary School News

Did you know: — -

That a series of grade meetings conducted by the mothers of the chil-
dren in the Campus School was being held.

That there has been a series of Science assemblies. First, Dr. Tall on
Travel; second, first and second grades on squirrels and fall flowers;
third, Snakes by Mr. Palmer of Baltimore City College; fourth, a science
discussion by the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th grades.

That the Campus School was open for inspection on Friday October
twenty-third, for teachers attending the State Teachers Meeting.

That the P. T. A. had provided money for an outdoor anti-freeze
fountain at the North entrance.

That a running track was being built for the children of the Elernen-
tary School.

That an Art Exhibit from the Baltimore Art Museum had been in the
Campus School.

That a census was being taken.

That Miss Brown had brought in a chipmunk for the children.

That in examining six first grade children, four were found to be left-
handed.

That Dr. Hunter, instructor in Health and Science at Clairmont
College, California had visited the Campus School.

That most of the Faculty took the week-end trip over the Sky Line
Drive.

That a Christmas Card Party is being planned by the P. T. A. for
Tuesday, December eleventh. It prt)mises to be real fun — don't miss it.

LARUii Ki:mp, Sr.

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State Teachers College

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CONTENTS

Cover Design — George Horn

Page

A Toast 3

Santa, 1936 4

Christmas and Music 5

The Tale of a Modern Mariner 6

The Christmas Tree 8

A letter from Germany 10

Lone Star Christmas 11

Do You Know the Mistletoe? 12

The Charmer 1 3

Christmas in England 14

A Walk in the Snow 15

Christmas Decorations 16

The Library — At Your Service 17

A Compliment to Song 19

Editorials 2 1

Assemblies 2 3

Report on Social Science Meeting — 26

College Record 27

Advertisements - 4 1

1935 Member 1936

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Vol. X DECEMBER, 1936 No. 3

A Toast

Here's to Christmas!

Each December brings us a new college celebration to add to our
memories of past joyous yuletides. "We remember vividly the ""Old
English Christmas" of last year. We recall our high timbered halls
transformed into the Baron's Castle, and the dinner with its flaming
plum pudding and great peacock pie. We hear again the merriment of
the entertainment given by the tumblers, wayfarers, minstrels, and danc-
ing bears for the pleasure of the Baron and his Lady.

The 1934 commemoration is remembered for its beauty and sim-
plicity. We see again the frosted evergreen with the bright star above
it. We catch the fragrance of the spruce and holly which decorated our
walls. The play ""The Shoemaker and the Christ Child", the children's
carols, the choral singing of our favorite Christmas songs linger.

We have a lasting impression of "Everywhere Christmas Tonight"
as told to us in music several years ago. Nor shall we soon forget the
Nativity pageant as presented for us by the little children.

Our college Christmases are blended in memory with the sincere
spirit of love and goodwill into one Noel! Here's to Christmas.

E. K. Crabtree.

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Santa, 1936

I've always loved Christmas time. I counted the days one by one
until I could hang up my stocking by the fireplace and be put to bed
full of visions of the mystifyingly imminent visit of Santa. After threats
made by busy parents of the possibility of Santa skipping me if I were
not asleep, sheer exhaustion conquered. This annual procedure went
on until some sadist with great superiority told my inquisitive self that
the whole thing was a myth. That was the day the tinsel lost its glitter.
With each succeeding year Santa's suit faded more and more; his beard
slipped and I saw back of it. Reindeer lived, — at the zoo. And thus
Christmas became the happy exchange of gifts, preplexing greeting cards
and the usual Christmas entertainment at school which resembled a sort
of rash or rose fever that ran its course.

But Santa has come to me again. His suit is a fiery red trimmed in
the whitest fur; his boots are immaculate; and his snowy beard literally
waves in the crisp winter air. His jolliness infects me; the real spirit
of Christmas is upon me. My little friends in the classroom have brought
him back to me. Their precious secrets told to me in confidence, their
sheer joy at the approaching season where love is dominant, has shown
me a new faith in a Santa who is real once again.

Truly the angel spoke, "Good will toward men."

Mary Stewart Lewis,
Toner Light EJif or— 1954-1955.

The Curative Magic of Music

I HAVE tasted the power of music. I have partaken of the sweetness
and peace which is the realm of song. I have drunk deeply the
draught of loveliness and felt myself a part of the great brother-
hood of man.

Many opportunities have offered themselves that I might realize
the force of melody. Once I was a member of a group which sang
on Christmas Eve in one of the sanatariums of our state. The snow
had graciously fallen — to lend a traditional touch. Our boisterous group
was lead into a small chapel where the altar was being laid for a simple
Christmas service to be held in the morning. The room adjoined a long
ward where many patients lay restless at the sound of energetic and care-
free youth without. A selection began, quavering at first and then swell-
ing with renewed confidence as we sang the age old songs of Christmas-
tide. Quiet descended upon the invalids. Their hacking coughs were

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stilled as if by magical touch. There was an understanding silence, and
then our audience clapped heartily and requested more. Tears were shed
that night and many thoughts went winging back to other Christmases
long past. The final number was sung outdoors before a great lighted
tree. The strains of "Silent Night" drifted over the quiet air. Faces
pressed against the windows bespoke earnest thanks.

Last year a small group with whom I go caroling wended its usual
way through lightly fallen snow. We sang beneath our friends' windows
and merrily trouped in to receive waiting refreshment. Homebound we
stopped without the doorway of one of the less neighborly members of
our small community. Apprehensively we began the refrain of "God
Rest You Merry Gentlemen". In time a window shade was raised and a
grim face appeared. We continued haltingly, expecting to be ordered
off. Soon the window was raised and a listener sat beside it. When our
song was over he smiled and called out the ever cheery greeting, "Merry
Christmas".

In community singing groups a motley crowd assembles. Some have
come from homes of trial and struggle, some from those of bitterness
and disagreement. The music begins, the leader rises, and the first
carol is sung. Young voices shout lustily, old voices quaver joyously, and
all are intimately bound by an unequalled fineness of spirit. One and all
we sing "All is calm, all is bright".

M. C.

Christmas and Music

What is Christmas without music? This very biased writer defines
such a sad state of aflfairs as an ornamented tree, a guarded interchange
of presents, and a subsequent deliberation on how much the giver has
spent on the receiver. The first and second of these three are merely
formalities; the third, simply human nature a little warped. What do
any of them mean without the spirit that should lie behind Christmas
thought and act, giving it life and warmth ?

Our editor, herself, admits that she gets into the mood to write
Christmas editorials by imbibing a few snatches of Christmas carols.
I It is most fortunate that, while Christmas music is unified in spirit,
it is varied in scope. Why? Through this diversity it can reach the
heart of everybody. The man with the Ph.D. in music will expand to
the strains of the cantata "Bethlehem" ; the ragged newsboy will glow
:o "Silent Night" ; the German grocer, humming "O Tannenbaum",
will allow his scales to tip slightly in favor of his customer. Then there
are the carolers who tramp the streets cheering with their singing

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those i'cw who pine. They are probably the only traveling singers who
never run the risk of having their ardor dampened by missiles hurled
by unsympathetic listeners. Suppose their singing does f7ot happen to be
just so? The spirit of Christmas is there; so such sharp criticism is
leniently withheld. I cannot conceive of an uncaroled Christmas. It
would be a well-bound book without words; a beautiful car without fuel;
a fire with neither glow nor warmth. // jusi would not be Christmas!

Edw. MacCubbin, '35, '36.

The Tale of a Modern Mariner

A Christmas Idyll

CHRISTMAS — and no job. Maybe the meaning of that little sentence
doesn't sink in. It means no home, no bed, no clothes, no baths,
no food, no friends, no love — but it is enough to mention just
the physical inconveniences. You see, I am a sailor. I'm pretty hot
stuff when both feet are on a deck, but when I'm on land I'm just a
poor fish out of water.

This is the third strike I've been through, and I've got pretty near
a mouth full. I was in the fracas at 'Frisco several years ago; later I
was in the one down in 'Orleans when the longshoremen were trying
to get themselves a break; and now here I am helping these east coast
boys get the same advantages that were won over on the west coast.

It's a rotten shame we have to strike to get the things which you
people on shore take for granted. It's hard on the ship owners because
they lose money. Of course, they've got it to lose and they're willing
to lose millions before they'll give a nickel to the seamen. Nevertheless,
they're not enjoying the sight of their money flying away. Then it's
hard on the public. When the experienced men refuse to work, the
ships are usually manned by incompetents and "bar room sailors" whose
very presence in positions of responsibility is a menace to the safety of
the ship and to the lives of the passengers. But the strike is hardest
of all on us. When w-e get off a ship we have no home, and within a
week or so, no money. (A sailor is a millionaire as long as he has five
dollars, and then he is broke.) Take my own case, for instance. After
the first week of the strike I had to hock my overcoat for six dollars.
(It was fairly warm then, and we were all certain the strike wouldn't
last long.) Next, I soaked my tools and then my suitcase. By the third
week I had sold everything I owned and I was still seven days behind

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on my room rent. Since the orders were no more credit to striking sea-
men, I soon found my other shirt' and Sweater outside the door. Now
I am flopping with about a thousand other men in the nine room house
which is the strike headquarters. By displaying my picket card in the
mess room upstairs, get one meal a day — mulligan, bread and coffee.
Thus fortified, I spend eight chilling hours in the picket line showing
anyone who's interested that we are still on the job.

Why do I do it? There are two reasons. One is I'm convinced
that the seaman must better his lot. No one had to tell me this. I've
lived in the crowded holes which serve as living quarters ; I've seen
men struggle to support a family; and I've worked thirteen hours a day
including Sundays for six months at a stretch with no time off except
two days when, by way of relaxation and diversion, I got gloriously
drunk. My second reason for striking is that it is unhealthy not to strike.
When seamen leave a ship in order to uphold a principle, they resent
it when others fill the vacancies they have created. They resent it because
the scabs who take their jobs also dull the effectiveness of their only in-
strument for impressing their point of view upon the ship owners.

Christmas — and no job. Well, I'm not complaining. In this world
you have to fight for everything you get, and I'm game as the next
one. I am a little worried, though. You see I've got a weak ticker and
I need medicine . . . Pills ... A dollar and a half's worth lasts a month
but a dollar and a half is a lot of money when you have none. Even
so I'm luckier than a lot of the men. I have no family — that is, none
that all this makes any difference to. Yes, I have two children, but they
are grown up, now. My son works in a bank in Oregon. He's doing
so well he doesn't know his father any more, and if that's the way he
wants it, it's ok by me. My daughter is married and has a fine son. When-
ever I have money, I send her ten dollars, but she doesn't need it be-
cause she has a good husband. The mother of the children died years
ago, and a wonderful woman she was . . . Too good for me ... I did
not draw a sober breath for one solid month after her death. ... At
last I got over it, and then, like the old fool that I am, I married again.
That's why I went to sea. Well, the old Battle Axe hasn't caught up
with me yet, and, by thunder, I aim to keep at least one jump ahead of
her as long as there is a kick in me. So. . . Merry Christmas, buddy,
and ... a happy New Year.

William F. Podlich, Jr.

If an artist were to paint a picture of a person skating, we suppose
it would require a great many sittings.

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The Christmas Tree

THi: use of the Christmas Tree goes back to ancient customs, its
origin is shrouded in legends and mythology.
A Scandinavian myth of great antiquity speaks of a Service Tree
sprung from the blood drenched soil where two lovers had been killed
by violence. At certain nights during the Christmas season mysterious
lights which no wind could extinguish were seen flaring in its branches.

The French have a story of a romance of the thirteenth century in
which the hero finds a gigantic tree whose branches are covered with
burning candles, some standing erect, others upside down, while on the
top of the tree was a vision of a child with a halo around his curly
head. The Bishop of Rome at that time explained that the tree stood
for mankind; the child the Savior; and the candles good and evil spirits.

An ancient legend of unknown origin records that on the night
when Christ was born, three trees — an olive tree, a date palm, and a
pine tree stood about the manger. To honor the new born king the
olive tree gave its fruit and the palm its dates as an offering, but the
pine tree had nothing to give. Some stars seeing this gently descended
from the heavens and rested themselves upon the branches; so this little
pine tree has often been given credit for being the first Christmas Tree.

The Germans have many legends. One tells of a poor wood cutter
who lived in the middle of a great forest many, many years ago. He
had a little daughter named Annis who was very fond of all woodland
creatures, and they in turn knew and loved her well. Every evening, all
thru the winter, Annis would hang a little lantern with a candle in it on
the small fir tree that grew just inside the garden gate. Her father
could see it as he came home through the trees.

On Christmas Eve he went to work as usual. That day the snow
began and all the afterncK:)n it fell in great soft flakes. The wood cutter
worked hard in the fading light. It was quite dark by the time he had
finished. He found, when he started off^ for home, that he had lost his
way. Suddenly he saw a light ahead of him on one of the fir trees, but
when he came near he found that it was not the fir tree in his own
garden but an ordinary forest tree. The little lights twinkled and glittered
on its branches, burning brightly and steadily in spite of falling snow.
The wood cutter rubbed his eyes. Then he crossed himself. "If this be
wicked magic," he thought, "it will now disappear." But the lights
burned more brightly than ever. Then as he looked about he saw in
the distance another tree lit up in the same way. Then he understood.
"It is the fairies helping me," he said, and trudged off cheerily in the
direction of the second tree. When he looked back, the first one had

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already grown dark again, but when he looked ahead a third was shin-
ing to show him the way. Thus he went from tree to tree guided safely
home to Annis's little lantern in his own garden. Always after that
on Christmas he put lights on a little fir tree in memory of the time
when the fairies saved him from being lost in the forest.

Henry Van Dyke explains the origin of the tree in his story of St.
Winfred who while traveling through the woods of North Germany came
upon a group of Teutons at the foot of a mighty oak, about to sacrifice
the favorite Prince to the God Thor. St. Winfred struck the uplifted
hammer from the priest's hand with such a force that the sacred tree
fell backward and split asunder. Just behind it, and unharmed by the ruin
stood a young fir tree pointing its green spire towards the stars. Winfred
said, "This little tree, a young child of the forest, shall be your holy
tree tonight. It is the wood of peace, for your houses are of wood. It
is the sign of endless life, for its leaves are ever green. It points upv.ard
to heaven. Let this be called the tree of the Christ Child. Gather round
it in your homes. There it will shelter no deeds of blood, but bring
gifts and rites of kindness."

Although legends of the Christmas tree are numerous it is difncuk
to establish the historical origin. We do know, however, that by the
sixteenth century it was an accepted institution. During the Middle
Ages it suddenly appeared in Strassburg. A manuscript of 1608 describes
the tree as a feature of the Christmas season. For two hundred years
the custom maintained itself along the Rhine, then suddenly it spread
all over Germany. Early in the nineteenth century Princess Helene of
Mecklenburg brought it to Paris. The marriage in 1840 of Queen Vic-
toria to a German Prince led to its introduction into England, although
a Christmas Tree, something like it, is known to have played an im-
portant part in a Christmas pageant given in honor of Henry VIII. Dur-
ing the nineteenth century, German emigrants brought the custom to
America, where in a very short time it became an established celebration.

Harriet A. Bad2r.

Dr. Crabtree (explaining tenses) — ^"If I said T had a car,' that
would be past tense."

Mr. Nolte, if I said 'your father has a car,' what tense would that
be?"

Mr. Nolte — "Pretense."

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Grossbothen, Germany
December, 1936
Dear Sara:

Many thanks for your kind letter. It makes me so happy that you
want to know about my Christmas.

Christmas is the most beautiful feast in Germany. Weeks ahead
we make Christmas boxes for friends and parents, and clothes for poor
children.

When Christmas Eve comes we adorn a fir with candles and Sometta.
At six o'clock we go to church and I always try to get a sprig of church
holly, for we regard it as a charm against lightning. Arriving home we
eat a supper of herring salad. Then my parents go into the Christmas
room and light the candles of our tree; Father rings the bell and I
run into the room.

First we sing Christmas songs, "Frohlich soil Mein Herze sprigen"
■ — in English ""All my Heart this Night Rejoices". But Fm particularly
fond of singing that beautiful old hymn, "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht".
Presently I see gifts on the table so I give the Christmas boxes to my
parents. Mother always bakes so many good things at Christmas time.
My but I wish I could enclose a slice of Stollen, our Christmas cake!
This year I helped Mother make lebkuchen (glazed hearts and figures
of honey cake, decorated with greetings in white icing) , round, hard,
spicy cakes called pfefferkuchen, and marzipon, the almond paste which
comes in so many fascinating shapes. Do you make such goodies in
your country?

At Christmas time the little children arc so happy! Some days
before Christmas Santa Claus comes and asks if the children are good.
If they are good, Santa will leave apples, nuts, and gingerbread in a
wooden shoe. If the children have been naughty faggots will be found
in the shoe; the recipient understands that Santa's verdict is "Not de-
serving". But he will probably find a concealed packet of bonbons in
the shoe later. I wish I had some small sister or brother with whom to
share my Christmas fun.

At Munich my cousins visit the cemetery on Christmas Eve and
the graves of my relatives are decked with holly, mistletoe, and sometimes
a little tree with gleaming lights.

I promised to help Mother with the chores and she is calling. Give
regards to your family and may you have a "'Frohlichc Weihnachten".

Your friend,

ILSE
Sara Snvder, Fr. 8.

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Lone Star Christmas

The mild air carries the scent of freshly cut mountain cedar and
the aroma of recent sweet and spicy bakings. Too, you can hear chil-
dren's voices joyously singing and laughing. From all directions, varied
in intensity, come the popping and crackling of firecrackers. You can
surmise with your eyes shut that it is Christmas Eve in this little south-
central Texas city. With the opening of the eyes any remaining doubt
of the season vanishes. For there on the central plaza is a huge cedar,
looking more like a framework for bits of rainbows than a tree. This
kaleidoscopic form is the "Community Tree", where underprivileged
children may receive gifts.

Looking at the business houses surrounding the wide square and
down the main streets leading to it, you see evidences of competition
as to who can display the most pleasing Holiday decorations. Santa
Claus' jolly paper image and artificial snow are in abundance; on the
side-walks, in the show-windows, on the projecting first-story roofs, are
Christmas trees of all sizes and degrees of blazing elaboration.

Among the attractive one-story homes comprising a residential sec-
tion are further Yuletide indications. On many of the lawns about the
homes are planted evergreens, whose illuminating adornments now quite
outdo the palms and still-blooming roses. From almost every window
comes warm light, if only that of an electric candle ; through one window,
surely, can be seen the vari-hued glow of a tinsel-glistening tree. If you
look closely you may see gay gift-wrappings strewn about, with perhaps
a few promising packages still under the tree, awaiting their undoing.
And of course, there are the happy family groups.

Soon Christmas Eve will be over; and during the clear starry night
there will be dreams of tomorrow's church-going, tomorrow's feasting,
tomorrow's friendly Christmas Day joy.

Evelyn A. Fiedler, Fr. 4.

Toys

Pause with me before the toyshop window of history. Toys have
existed through the ages. Wherever there has been a little girl, there
was a doll — even though it were a rude bough or a cut corn cob. Toys
have been found in Egyptian tombs, ruins of Pompeii, and in early
Christian graves; rattles, hoops, tops, dolls and their furniture. In the
Middle Ages the vendors of toys were mercers and haberdashers. France
took a leading part in toy-making in the eighteenth century, when
artistic skill was spreading.

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Today the manufacturing of toys has become a highly organized in-
dustry on mass production lines rather than a handicraft. The mechan-
ical toys of today arc often exact reproductions of the latest scientific
inventions. We have added to the toy railway the toy motor-car and
aeroplane. The modern doll is more attractive and realistic than any
by which our great grand mothers were amused. The art of building
can be pursued with much more elaborate materials than bricks; ma-
terials made famous by the name Meccano. Modern children enjoy a
wealth of toys unknown to the youth of the past.

M. C.

Do You Know The Mistletoe?

Romance beckons from beneath the mistletoe; the romance of a
hastily snatched kiss for all who venture, the romance of the dim and
distant past. The power of mistletoe is not confined to the lure of a
tempting mouth, but is deep rooted in Britain and Scandinavian myth.

In Scandinavian mythology the death of Balder was attributed to
mistletoe. Balder's only enemy was Loki, and he somehow visioned
that his rival would one day better him. He confided the presentment of
death to his mother, Freyja. In anxiety for his safety she extracted an
oath from all created things that they would do him no harm; yet she
overlooked the mistletoe. Loki learned of this exception and with a
dart made from the fateful parasite and the aid of his brother, Hader,
accomplished the destruction of Balder. It is a long story of how the
mistletoe was afterwards redeemed by Freyja, but from sorrow she brought
victory; from hatred and discord, friendship, and love. Therefore it
has become the emblem of love.

The custom of kissing under the mistletoe is English. At the time
of the Druids if two sworn enemies met by accident under the mistle-
toe, they were forced to lay down arms and stay together in friendship
until the following day.

If one steps beneath the mistletoe this year he will not be an unin-
tentional sinner. Perhaps it will be to preserve tradition .-'

M. C.

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The Charmer

Expertly she raises long blonde eyelashes and views him through
soft gray eyes. These eyes are expressive: they stare calculatingly at
people, or glare at a sudden offender. Just now they are limpid, and
petal-like in texture. She wonders how anyone could resist the appeal
of such rehearsed glamour. She tunes her smile to the wave length
of his humor and turns her charm on full blast. As they glide rhythmi-
cally over the floor she alternately rests her head beneath his chin,
or views him from afar with an interested and sympathetic manner. The
wisdom of women of all ages is aglow in her face. A sudden radiant
glance causes her partner to gulp and then take on fresh courage. She
knows that he is marveling at her freshness of spirit and her sublety
of wit. "Poor sap," she thinks, "What a gullible subject you turned out
to be!"

M. C.

Possession

It was April when we met,

Not for the first time.

For we had long spoke as friends:

But somehow there was another you!

We bought daffodils, naive and new as our love.

Living was ecstasy enough.

Spring into summer sped

And with it blossomed new-found bonds.

Things half dared, half said.

But not spoken,

Made light of time.

Not spoken, but better so,

For having left my lips,

Once said, they be lost forever — •

Ephemeral nothings lost in nothingness.

On the granite of my mind they remain

Indelible,

Ineffable, absolute possession.

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Christmas in England

THH mention of Christmas naturally brings thoughts of Merry Eng-
land and the writer who immortalized the old fashioned Yule.
Although elaborate preparations have been abandoned, the spirit
of Christmas remains.

Many of England's medieval castles are still inhabited, and when
Christmas comes, the lord of the castle makes merry in traditional style.
The Yule log, of oak or beech, is brought in and lit. It burns in the
great fireplace for many days, bringing happiness and good luck to the
home.

While the gentry make merry their servants are not forgotten. The
lord and lady go to the servants' quarters and sponsor a ball ; soon they
leave the servants alone to enjoy without restraint the food, drink, and
music. Tenant farmers who live on the estate receive invitations to the
festivities and a bountiful supply of food for their families. Dawn is
greeted with joyous music. Chimes proclaim the natal day of the Holy
Child. Laughter and singing and goodwill pen'ade the country.

The British people are a singing people; to the Welsh, music is life
itself. Waits brave the cold to serenade the city with lovely carols that
are peculiarly English. The singers know that many people will invite
them into their homes to share candy, nuts, ale, and pudding.

Plum pudding is an institution: pudding that has been mellowing
for a year; golden pudding over which brandy has been poured and
burned; steaming pudding topped with a gay sprig of holly. How
anxious is the mistress until this dish of honor is safe on the table;
how elated is she as the rich, fruity dish quickly disappears.

With such associations it is not surprising that it was an English
noble who first conceived the idea of greeting cards and started a
custom that has become universal.

The simple beauty of Christmas music and folklore binds the whole
British Empire closer together and gives the people new strength for
the future. Christmas is a time when strangers greet each other on
the street with cheery smiles; a season when everyone loves his enemy.
It is the one time when Englishmen forget their traditional reserve and
join Tiny Tim in the fervent prayer, "God bless us, everyone."

M. McBride. Sr.

Student, (being arrested) — "But officer, I'm a student."
Officer — "Ignorance is no excuse."

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A Walk in the Snow

IT was the deadly feeling of stuffiness and general disgust with the
world that drove me out of the house into the open. As the door
clicked shut behind me, I stretched my clenched fists out toward
the white hills and breathed great gulps of pure, stinging air into my
warm lungs.

Stuffing my gloved hands into the sides of my woolen jacket, I
threw back my head and started off briskly, kicking aimlessly at every
clump of snowfilled grass in my path. The glitter of countless dia-
monds created by sun-ray and snow crystal blinded my book-tired eyes
and forced them half shut.

The comfortable, solid sound of packed snow crunching beneath
my weight followed my every footstep as I slipped over an ancient rail-
fence and turned into the shadeless woods to enjoy the groping arms of
blind, naked trees and cracked layers of snow fluff that had descended in
the night. A gray squirrel popped out of a den half way up a colossal
beech and chattered companionably to me about the weather.

I trudged on, — the white breath puffing from my nostrils. My
way led over the ice-covered brook and trusting my weight on its mir-
rored surface, I safely crossed to the other side in time to glimpse a
muskrat slither stealthily into his home in the bank.

Turning at right angles, I followed the winding bank to a. much
traveled road and guided my steps regretfully toward home with a new
feeling toward life and the world in general.

When I reached my familiar back porch I vigorously shook the
sprinkled snow from my jacket and stamped the pressed snow from
my feet, re-entering the door to attack my English assignment with new
vigor. Such does a brisk walk do for one who has grown dull and
spiritless at his work.

E. Beam, Senior.

Head Hunters

In the past few days our newspapers have brought to us pictures
and stories relating the experiences some Southerners have had in hunt-
ing the boar. I look forward to the time when I shall open my morning
paper and find that a posse of brave huntsmen have mounted their
steeds and are off in search of that most repulsive animal, the human
bore. Fundamentally these two creatures are very much alike, both being
hoggish in nature. Of course the distinction lies in the fact that the

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former is an animal which we must track down, whereas the latter,
peculiarly enough, tracks us down.

Not believing in the signs of the Zodiac I can't lay my misfor-
tune to this bit of mysticism, but there must be some supreme power
which has destined me to be dogged by this horrible creature. One
pinned me down the other day and, true to its species, hogged every
moment we were together. He started off with a dissertation on the
ills of the world and true to form concluded speaking about himself —
what he has done, what he is doing, and finally what he expects to do.
Every statement made was as verbose as a Sunday school teacher's
advice on the evils of sin. Passersby must have thought this prolix
orator had gone stark mad and was having a debate with himself.
The closest I came to a response was a guttural sound which was
smothered immediately by an outburst of wisdom from this living bundle
of brains. Perhaps it is the way of the world that some of us must
suffer for the common good, and so every time I am cornered, I console
myself with the altruistic thought that while I am suffering, some
more fortunate person cannot be attacked by this creature.

B. NovEY. Sr.

d^(Slb

Christmas Decorations

The perplexing problem of Christmas decorations may easily be
solved in Maryland. If one would explore Nature's hoards in the
woods of Maryland, he would find pine and hemlock boughs, holly,
and mistletoe in abundance.

The shortleaf pine and the eastern hemlock which are identified
by the two needles and the compound leaf, respectively, are of the type
that may be used to decorate our homes. Their habitat is western
Maryland.

The attractive holly and mistletoe of the eastern shore and south-
ern Maryland which grows very slowly should be carefully guarded
against exploitation. A small bunch of either placed in some con-
spicuous place is in itself a thing of beauty. Add to these, partridge
berries, ground pine or crow's foot, laurel, the red berries of wood-
land vines and plants for special nooks. The Maryland home then is
a haven of artistic beauty.

Contribution of the Natural History Group.

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The Library - At Your Service
Gift To The College From The Glass Of 1936

Last spring when the Class of 1936 chose to make a gift to the
College it was decided that a collection of books for the library would
provide a useful and lasting tribute. The funds were appropriated, and
the books have now been purchased. The books, listed here, cover many
subjects and constitute a valuable collection for the College library.

Blankenship, Russell. American literature as an expression of the
national mind. 1931.

Canby, Henry Seidel and Dashiell, Alfred. A study of the short
story; revised edition, 1935.

Clark, Austin Hobart. The new evolution; zoogenesis. 1930.

Clark, Victor S. History of manufactures in the United States. 1929-

Durer, Albrecht. The complete woodcuts of Albrecht Durer; edited
by Willi Kurth.

Faulkner, Harold Underwood. American economic history; 3d ed-
ition. 1935.

Ferguson, Donald Nivison. A history of musical thought. 1935.

Freeman, Douglas Southall. R. E. Lee, a biography. 1934-35.

Friend, Leon and Hefter, Joseph. Graphic design; a library of old
and new masters in the graphic arts. 1936.

Greene, Laurence. America goes to press; the news of yesterday. 1936.

Halline, Allan Gates, ed. American plays, selected and edited, with
critical introductions and bibliographies. 1935.

Marshak, Ilia L (M. Ilin, pseud.) Men and mountains; man's vic-
tory over nature; translated by Beatrice Kinkead. 1935.
Merriman, R. Bigelow. Rise of the Spanish empire in the old
world and in the new. 1936.

Noyes, Alfred. Voltaire. 1936.

Read, Conyers. The Tudors; personalities and practical politics in
sixteenth century England. 1936.

Santayana, George. Obiter scripta; lectures, essays and reviews; ed-
ited by Justus Buchler and Benjamin Schwartz. 1936.

Seger, John Homer. Early days among the Cheyenne and Arapahoe
Indians. 1934.

Sherwood, Malcolm. From forest to furniture; the romance of wood.
1936.

Shorter Oxford English dictionary on historical principles. 2d ed-
ition. 1936.

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Tallmadgc, Thomas 1:. The story of architecture in America; new,

enlarged and revised edition. 1936.
Wagner, Richard. Tannhauser. (score).
Webb, Sidney and Beatrice. Soviet communism; a new civiHzation.'

1936.
Wirth, Fremont Phihp. The development of America. 1936.
World atlas; international edition. 1936. (Rand McNally and Co.).
Each volume of the collection will be marked as a gift from the
Class of 1936 by a bookplate which has been designed by a member of
the class. In order that they may be of maximum service the books
will be placed with the other books in the same subject fields on the
library shelves.

Margaret Barkley, Librarian.

Poetry for the Christmas Season

IN every phase of life, in all countries of the world, in all events,
poetry has been used as a means of expression. Christmas has also
had its influence upon the poets. Our greatest bards have given us

some of their most delightful works in poetry for this season.

The following is a collection of poems found in our library. The

first group contains titles of poems and the book in which each is found ;

the second is a group of title books for you to enjoy:

Schauffler, R. H., Christmas, Its Origin, Celebration, and Significance

"A Christmas Carol" James Russell Lowell

"Brightest and Best of the Sons of the Morning". ...Reginald Weber

"A Christmas Lullaby" John Addington Symonds

"Hymn for the Nativity" Edward Thring

Field, Eugene, Christmas Tales and Christmas Verse
"Christmas Hymn"
"Christmas Eve"
"Three Kings of Cologne"
"Christmasse of Olde"
"Christmas Morning"
"Bethlehem Town"
"Star of the East"

Gribble, L. R., A Christmas Treasury

"A Christmas Hymn" Alfred Dometh

"The Palace and the Stable" Hendrick Van Loon

"Mary Mild" Christina Rossetti

"The Mystic's Christmas" John Greenleaf Whittier

"A Visit From St. Nicholas" Clement C. Moore

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Rossetti, Christina, Sing-Song

"A Cliristmas Carol"

"For My Grandchildren"

"Love Came Down at Christmas"

Father Finn Finn's Carol Book

Fyleman, Rose Little Christmas Book

Grahm, Eleanor Welcome Christmas

Kelleher, D. L An Anthology of Christmas Verse

Lewis, D. B A Christmas Book

Hyeth, F. B Fifty Christmas Poems for Children

Mar2o, Eduardo Christmas Carols of All the Nations

Bibliography collected by

Margaret Adams, Jr. Sp.

A Compliment to Song

A selected group representing the Glee Club sang for the music
department meeting of the State Teachers Association on Friday, October
24. Two musical numbers were offered: "Oh Sweet Content" by Thomas
Dekker and "Jeanie, With the Light Brown Hair" by Stephen Foster. Miss
Weyforth received a note of appreciation which speaks well for the
"Jeanie" group.
"My dear Miss Weyforth:

Congratulations on the perfectly splendid performance of your young
people Friday evening!

They have really developed "The art of singing" in its truest sense.
It is so satisfying to sit back and relax and hear such lovely music done
with perfect balance, flawless diction, intelligent interpretation and com-
plete grasp of moods.

You and your young people can be truly proud of your accomplish-
ment.

Very truly yours,

Frances Jackman Civis,
Supervisor of Music Education.

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your right to say it." — Voltaire.

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Why Christmas?

Christmas is in the air. The greatest holiday of the year is upon
us and our minds are occupied with the various aspects of the season.
Mothers have begun baking cookies. More frequent shopping tours
reveal knobby packages which arouse our curiosity in vain, for they are
hidden away promptly. Fathers have oiled the tree holders and in-
spected the strings of multi-colored lights. Young children are draw-
ing pictures and planting narcissus bulbs at school. Older children
are hoarding for their gifts. All of these things are material evidences
that everyone is aware of the advent of Christmas.

This holiday alone has fully withstood the ravages of time. In
childhood there were many "great days" that we looked forward to.
Through the years each one lost something of its lustre and became
little more than a mark on the calendar. Hallowe'en costumes, valen-
tines, and birthday cakes are forgotten in the course of a week. But
something of the Yuletide season is carried over with one all through
the year.

In a lifetime the feeling for Christmas varies in intensity and
understanding. With children it is the exhilaration that closely approxi-
mates hysteria. With the loss of belief in mythical figures there is planted
the appreciation of a deeper thing. The responsibility of maturity brings
an altruistic desire to share the happiness of others.

We need the holiday of Christmas. The need is not for a mid-
winter rest after long tiring days; not for an opportunity to vacation
in Florida; not for repaying old scores with a hastily selected gift. The
need is for a loss of self in the joys of others.

"This is my commandment, that ye love one another, as I have
loved you." (John 15: 12)

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting
life." (John 3:l6)

M. C.

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The Twentieth Century Christmas

The birth of our Lord, the symbol of peace on earth, ^ood will
toward men, love, devotion, and all the other blessings of this life —
all seem to be lost in the pages of historical strife. Why is there such
mockery? What is the true symbol of this birthday today? This para-
graph from the Reader's Digest seems to summarize:

"Christmas, 1914, on the Somme, homesick Yorkshiremen and
sentimental Worttembergers threw down their rifles and met in the
strip of frozen mud between trenches to laugh and sing Yule carols — ".
Men today, as a whole, are blind — their eyes closed to the meaning of
Christmas, their hearts frozen. Power, greed, communism and bureau-
cratic tyranny reigns; hopelessly seeking that which time destroys and
destruction invades. A carol sung today while tomorrow brings whole-
sale murder and factional hatred. That is the Christmas of 1936. The
whole of Europe on the crest of a volcano. A hymn book in one hand,
bayonet grasped in the other."

L. H.

Assemblies

October 26 — Bosley Royston

The first of the talks by members of the senior class was given
by Mr. Bosley Royston, who told how he and Jack Pindell took a trip
through New England and Canada to Quebec on thirty dollars. They
camped each night, and by the time they had passed through the North
Woods, where, on July 4, they wore coats, they were two nervous wrecks.
If you wish to visit a foreign country and haven't enough money to go
abroad, Mr. Royston suggests that you visit Quebec where the fortifica-
tions of the oldest city in North America and the foreign language give
a European atmosphere. On return they traveled through the St. Law-
rence River valley and the fruit valley along Lake Erie to Pittsburgh and
Western Maryland. The total result was a number of varied experiences
and a balance of six cents.

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October 27 — Mr. Hugh Clegg

The assistant director of the Bureau of Investigation talked to us
about some of the spectacular work of this department. The bureau
was established in 1908, but it became a more effective agency against
crime in 1924 when J. Edgar Hoover, a twenty-eight year old citizen
of Washington, D. C. was appointed director.

Criminals are ordinary people v/hose interests have been misdi-
rected. Statistics show that most criminals have not yet reached the age
of twenty-one, and that only 7.3 % of the law breakers are women.
They lead in the commitment of the more vicious types of crime.

Only a few of many applicants really become G men; these receive
a rigorous training to enable them to pursue criminals and at the same
time protect themselves. Much of the work of the bureau is handicapped
by inefficient local officers. The public needs to co-operate with the
bureau to make sure that all law enforcing officers are trained and
equipped, for only trained men can effectively carry out this crusade
against crime.

October 29— Dr. Reilly

The director of the Maryland State Department of Health, contri-
buted to the series of lectures on the public services of our state by
felling us how we meet problems of health.

Maryland was the sixth state to organize a health department and
the first in 1923, after reorganization of the department to have a health
officer and two nurses in each county. The present goal is not only
to take care of the ill, but to prevent further illness. To accomplish
this aim, there are laboratories in the counties where an epidemiologist
diagnoses cases of preventable contagious diseases and traces them to
their source.

November 2 — Dr. Tall

"What are we in this school seeking?' 'was the topic of Dr Tail's
talk on November 2. "Are we seeking knowledge because the school
expects this of us?" "Are we learning because we really want to learn?"
Dr. Bowman in his "Design for Scholarship", calls education a "voyage
of discovery" which leads to dreams, broad horizons, finer ideals for
workmanship, and the desire to do things alone. "Are we, in this college,
launched on this life-long voyage of discovery, or are we remaining at
home to receive only what is brought to us by others?" Dr. Tall chal-
lenged.

November 3 — Miss Marietta Johnson

Miss Marietta Johnson, principal of a school in Fairhope, Alabama,
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education is a preparation for life, and that children go to school to
grow rather than to be taught. She emphasized the faa that we must
teach children, not subject matter. We must meet the needs of the
growing child, who is a unit organism made up of emotional, spiritual,
and physical reactions. According to Miss Johnson, every classroom
should be a workshop in which each child progresses at his own rate of
speed, unhampered by the progress of others about him. In the Fair-
hope school, only four factors are necessary to enable a child to pass.
These are regular attendance, good behavior, exertion of a maximum
amount of ability, and the habit of staying home on school nights. Miss
Johnson believes that any child who does his best is a success, regard-
less of the relationship that his work bears to the work of the others.
For this reason, the children in her school are not retained in a grade
if they have not mastered all the work of the curriculum for that year.
The students thoroughly enjoyed Miss Johnson's talk because she pre-
sented an entirely new and different angle in the education of children.

November 11 — Mrs. Lucy Thurston

Despite the chaos and confusion now occurring in Europe, our
Armistice Day speaker struck a confident note of optimism. She believes
that writers of fiction usually predict oncoming trends. Before the
war such writers as Dostoyevsky foreshadowed the World War. Now
we find peace novels in popular monthly magazines, indication of a
turn toward peace. Presently "people will be so inoculated with the
thought of not killing that permanent peace will be established!"

Mrs. Thurston urged us to keep abreast with current political
developments — to understand other nations, and then give our knowl-
edge to others. The Pan-American Peace Conference at Buenos Aires
was described as "a major thing for bringing nations together". Mrs.
Thurston suggested that since the European League is hardly functioning,
the nations of the Americas may pave the way for an efficient world
League.

November 12 — Miss Jessie Snow

In view of the fact that the League of Nations today occupies a
very unstable position, Miss Snow came to inform us that the League
is still functioning with considerable power. The League's staunch de-
fender told us that of thirty disputes sent to Geneva twenty-seven have
been settled. The Assembly of the League had met seventeen times in
the past eighteen years, uniting the nations of the world in the dis-
cussion of their common problems. "Truly a conference system has been
established." As the Chinese representative put it, the League is a
"shock absorber" which is certainly better than nothing. Of course one

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cannot overlook the Japanese and Italian violations, but it is to be re-
membered that the League is only seventeen years old. "It is the first
organization for collective security."

Besides war questions the League handles many other problems:
crime, labor, drug traffic, etc. which cannot be dealt with nationally.

November 16 — Miss Margaret Barkley

National Book Week was the topic of our faculty speaker's talk.
Book celebrations are observed in most foreign countries usually on
the birth anniversary of some noted author. In America, Book Week
was established in 1919, as Children's Book Week.

Children's literature has grown rapidly when we consider that the
first real child's book was written in 1750 by John Newberry. He
added some two hundred little children's stories in inexpensive editions.
Thus in honor of John Newberry, the Newberry Memorial Prize was cre-
ated in 1921 by Frederick Melcher. Hendrick van Loon was the first
to receive it for his "Story of Mankind". The 1936 award went to Carol
Ryrie Brink for "Caddie Woodlawn". It is interesting to note that
although only Americans are eligible for the prize, out of fifteen prize
winners only five have an American background!

November 17 — Miss Margaret Gaddes

Our speaker, who is a member of the Pen Women's Club, and a
writer of children's plays spoke to us on the topic, "The Play's the
Thing".

There has been an increasing emphasis in the dramatization of
Dickens and Shakespeare — as may be particularly noted in the cinema.
However, children's plays are sadly left in the lurch, and Miss Gaddes
expressed the hope that some of the would-be-writers of M. S. T. C.
will contribute to the field of juvenile dramatics. "To be a good writer
of children's literature is better than being a paid staff writer for the
Atlantic Monthly!"

Miss Gaddes manages the Playshop Junior, a mixed organization
of children and adults. The younger group performs many of its plays
alone with only the assistance of a "mother role." The older group,
however, forms the backbone of the organization.

November 19 — Dr. Charles E. Resser

Dr. Resser escorted us far into the dim ages of the past — into
the field of paleontology, the science of ancient life. No better guide
could we have had, for our speaker is a member of the Smithsonian
Institute in Washington.

All traces of ancient life are preserved as fossils, which may
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liuman bodies arc never fossilized. Occasionally so-called fossilized
human bodies are found. When these are exposed to the air, they rapidly
decompose, because they had merely changed over into parraffin.

Fossils get into rocks in many ways. Leaves arc not easily decayed
and great quantities of them are washed down a river containing mud.
This mud settles, and as layer upon layer piles up, the leaves are pre-
served. Volcanic ash, which is really not ash, covers up much life and
preserves it.

The study of fossil life is valuable in many ways. By means of
radium analysis (a process a little too complicated to describe, accord-
ing to Dr. Resser) the approximate age of the rock strata is deter-
mined, giving us an idea of the age of the earth: we can determine
the climate of the past as well as its biologic structure.

When one studies the different periods of life through millions
of years, noting the vicissitudes of the organisms of the past, we wonder
whether man represents the apex of evolution or whether he, too, will
be surpassed by a superior creature. ""That's philosophy, and you are too
young for that", said Dr. Resser.

Middle States Association of History and Social
Science Teachers

Each year the Middle States Association of History and Social
Science Teachers hold two general meetings and publishes the pro-
ceedings of these conventions. This year the annual fall meeting was
held on November 20-21 at Teachers College, Columbia University.
The programs presented a wide range of interests ; professional prob-
lems of history and social sciences are frequently discussed.

A large percentage of the membership of the Association is drawn
from the Middle States, Maryland, and the District of Columbia. The
Association interests are not regional, however; the topics are vital to
teachers everywhere; many members are of national and international
reputation ; most libraries exhibit the annual publication.

The President of the Council this year is Dr. Ella Lonn of Goucher
College. Miss Lena C. Van Bibber is an elective member. Delegates
from the History Teacher's Association of Afaryland are Miss Alary
C. Ott and Miss Naomi Riches.

M. C.

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College Record

Impressions of Freshmen Mothers

ARRIVING at State Teachers College to spend Freshmen Mothers'
Week-end with my daughter, I was received by two pleasant
young ladies. After I was registered one of the girls showed me
to my room. Every minute, from the time of my arrival on Friday after-
noon until the time of departure on Sunday afternoon, was thoroughly
enjoyed. Nature seemed to be in an ideal mood for such an occasion,
as the weather was perfect and the campus looked delightful to my eyes.

The privilege of meeting Dr. Tall and other members of the
faculty meant a great deal to me. I now feel as though I can follow
my daughter's progress with better understanding, and am fully assured
that her years of guidance and study under such leaders will bring rich
results.

I enjoyed meeting other mothers and some of the boys and girls.
My impression of the students is that they are a fine, happy crowd.
They certainly should be, under such favorable surroundings.

Each part of the program for the week-end was enjoyed. The music
was delightful and the enthusiasm of the students was marvelous. The
food served was delicious and showed skill in planning and preparation.

The evenings at the movies in Towson and exploring the various
haunts of the students where they buy apples on a stick, sundaes and the
like made the mothers feel like girls again.

In a final summation, I would like to say that Freshman Mothers'
Week-end was one of the most delightful week-ends I have ever spent.

Mrs. F. R. Hepburn

My daughter is enrolled as a day student at Maryland State Teachers
College. I welcomed the invitation to Freshmen Mothers' Week-end since
it would give me an opportunity to meet the faculty and my daughter's
classmates. I was impressed most with the gracious informality of the
whole day. I enjoyed especially the meeting in Richmond Hall Parlor.
The room itself furnished such a charming setting for the music which
preceded the discussion, led by Dr. Tall, of questions of interest to us
all. Dinner was served after the meeting in the dining room of the
dormitory.

The selections offered by the school orchestra during dinner and the
music in the short social hour afterwards were most enjoyable.

I think the idea of Freshmen Mothers' Week-end was a most ex-
cellent one; and I recommend the preservation of the spirit of infor-
mality.

Marie Sisk.

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A Student's View

APi.AiNTivi' little melody kept running through my mind. I hummed
it again, almost resenting its will-o'-the-wisp flight in my mind.
Why couldn't I remember the words? "Hm-mmm-m-mm, here's to
you our loyal friends." That was it! "Here's to you, Freshman Mothers;
Here's to you our loyal friends — "

As though the curtains were drawn back, the scene in Richmond
Hall parlor burst on my sight. Soft lights flickered on highly polished
surfaces. Liquid melodies of ages past revived memories and helped
to provide an atmosphere of love and good fellowship.

After a short time we were invited to tour the dormitory. I can
remember telling Mom that I wouldn't mind washing dishes college
fashion. Our inspection included the dining room, the kitchen, and
the infirmary. (Queer- — isn't it that mothers should always be interested
in those places.)

On Saturday morning our mothers started on the sight-seeing trip,
looking as much like school girls as we ourselves. We knew what beauty
would regale their eyes as they looked on Loch Raven, and what rever-
ence would actuate their spirits as they viewed some of the nation's
shrines.

Fortified by a hearty meal, which mothers enjoyed after the sight-
seeing trip, we students prepared to meet our Fate. With our mothers,
we talked first with Dr. Abercrombie. After our physical "fate" had
proved satisfactory, we went to our instructors for our mental "fate".
We received just the encouragement we needed.

A memento of the occasion was necessary, so, after tea was served,
the mothers and daughters gathered on the steps for the picture. Oh
yes — I heard the usual trite remark "I hope the camera doesn't break."

In Richmond Hall, after a preliminary program of music, Dr. Tall
led our mothers in a discussion about the college; its aims and methods.

After a brief interval of relaxation we made our way once more
to the dining room. The mellow glow from the many candles were re-
flected in the bright eyes. A gratified sense of shared interests touched the
hearts of all as we ate together. With dinner over we laughed through
a merry entertainment furnished by the Mummers and the Glee Club.

Sunday morning found mothers and daughters in church. Back
at school after church the fathers completed the family circle as guests
of the college for Sunday dinner. Freshmen Mothers" Week-end was
almost over. But with the memory of the week-end, and the promise
of a happy Thanksgiving at home, we said, "Good-bye".

Mary Brash ears. Fr. 9.

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Faculty Facts

Once upon a time:

Miss Bader taught Chinese, — not the language, but real Chinese
children in a school in China.

Miss Barkley was in charge of the Teachers Retirement Fund at the
State Department of Education.

Miss Birdsong taught Fine and Industrial Arts in a Kentucky State
Normal School.

Miss Blood was offered a position to supervise physical education
in a New York school.

Miss Brown was the principal of the Campus School at the Towson
Normal.

Dr. Dowell travelled abroad on a scholarship granted her by a
National Health Association.

Miss Munn was supervising principal of schools in a midwestern
city.

Mrs. Stapleton was a teacher of English in the Towson High School.

Miss Tansil was the very efficient private secretary to Dr. Donavan,
now president of the State Teachers College at Richmond, Kentucky.

Miss Van Bibber was a teacher of history in the High School at Bel
Air, Maryland.

Miss Grogan, Miss Bersch, and Miss Hill were county supervisors
in Maryland.

Miss Kestner, Miss Yoder, and Mr. Moser were students in the
Maryland State Normal School at Towson. Some of their former in-
structors are still members of the staff.

Miss Woodward was a teacher of history in a New England High
School.

Dr. Lynch was assistant to Dr. Jennings the eminent biologist of
Johns Hopkins.

Mrs. Brouwer taught handwriting in a northwestern city.

Mrs. Barall was secretary to Dr. Tall. She was Margaret Gilbert
then.

The following city training school teachers were students at the
Maryland State Normal School: Misses Naumann, Wilhelm, Dashiells,
Mayer, Jansen, Black, Heinz, Gilpin, Mauler, and Mrs. Henry. They
too, may find some of their former instructors still members of the staff.

Miss Buckley, and Miss Gundersdorf, county training teachers, sat
in these halls of learning.

Miss Joslin was an instructor in Goucher College, Baltimore.

Dr. Tall was a critic teacher in the Baltimore city schools.

The Idle Reporter.

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Meet Miss Scott

I've been talking with a new member of the faculty in a rather
conversational way. She's a Texan and her father was one of the pioneers
in the part of the state in which she Hves.

With a background of a B. S. from Waxachachai, Texas, an M. A.
from Columbia, and the beginnings of a Ph.D. from Iowa State Uni-
versity, you might well conclude that she was fitted for her present posi-
tion. She has done demonstration teaching in Arkansas and Iowa.

With all that background you may desire to know her consistencies
and her inconsistencies. She declared a preference for horseback riding,
swimming, good plays and expresses a desire to learn bowling. Miss
Scott doesn't play bridge or dance.

"But", she added, with a characteristic twinkle in her eyes, "I like
to watch people dance. Don't thing I'm Puritanical." It is interesting to
note also that she is an ardent baseball and football fan.

Upon being asked about her travels. Miss Scott remarked, "I've
never been abroad, so, when people bring up the subject of travel I
modestly retire."

I asked her how she liked our college and found that she thinks
"our campus lovely." She said that she was impressed by our assemblies;
was interested in "Play Day" — thinks our Tower Light a fine book, and
believes we have a very stimulating faculty. Let's hope her impressions
don't change during the year.

Miss Scott is going home to Saladonia, Texas for the holidays to
visit her parents. May we be among the first to wish her a very Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year — with us.

E. Bk.am.

American Education Week at Our College

With the enthusiam and cooperation of the entire student body
augmented by the faculty, American Education Week was celebrated at
the State Teachers College at Towson. Students attempted to show the
work of the college by erecting classroom exhibits and posters in the
halls and on the campus. Current news and radio publicized the week
in assembly. For the first time in the history of the college Open House
was held. On Friday of that week. Dr. Tall ofiicially closed the week's
celebration by giving a brief account of the life and work of Horace
Mann. We believe renewed interest in education was engendered which
will cause the students and the faculty to do a greater work next year.

Muriel Jones.

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HO-HUM

Outline of History (With apologies to Mr. Wells)
Faculty

1. Miss Bersch is becoming quite confidential with the Seniors.
While discussing Morrison she said, "Pusonally, I appreciate the
moon."

2. The Dramatic Club gave a fine performance Freshmen Mothers'
Week-end. Any day now, we are expecting Mrs. Stapleton to
leave us and take her troupe to Hollywood.

3. From all reports, Miss Roach must have enjoyed her visit in the
dorm. Why don't you stay with us permanently, Miss Roach?

4. Mr. Moser exemplifies "transfer of training". When he found
his key gone and his car door locked he estimated by mathemat-
ical procedure and managed to reach through the rumble seat,
opening the car door from the inside.

5. Miss Birdsong found it difficult to decide whether or not the
Seniors are still in the adolescent stage so she asked them. For
the answer I refer you to Mr. Royston.

6. What's the secret of the traffic congestion in front of Miss Neun-
singer's house every night? Popularity?

7. Mr. Walther is an authority on High School love affairs. (He
calls it "calf love".)

8. Did you know that Miss Weyforth was planning a trip to the
Naval Academy? With her goes the entire student body to
observe the technique of rising simultaneously. Now Stu-dents!

9. Miss Steele and Sophomore 5 have engaged a space on Lexing-
ton Street where they may sell their books to passers-by.

10. Miss Woodward's attractive room is an incentive to any student

of history.
Senior Party

1. Good jokes may be pulled with a bottle of water if everybody
plays the game.

2. Seniors, aren't you satisfied with the excellent fare offered by
the dormitory? Why call on Miss Washburn's larder, or should
I say "stock"?

3. There is an air of romance about old houses.

4. Remember the nursery rhyme "Georgie Porgie" ?
A. A. Dance

1. Old faithfuls are still true to Alma Mater. Among the more
famous duets were; Dee and Iz, Helen and Tom, Ubie and
Alma, Charlotte and Beamy, Bob and you guess who. (The
Senior Dance was even more traditional) .

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2. Of course there were the usual surprise issues as far as couples
go. We are getting shock proof.

3. Two Junior couples had something of a mix up. Am I right?

D. Alumni

1. Helen Ayres has a permanent position at School 93 in Baltimore.
She promptly purchased a new car. Come out and see us, Ayres!

2. Elinor and Dee talk to each other over the telephone every night
down in Prince Georges though they don't sec each other in
months. Oh, the benefits of an unlimited exchange!

E. Rural Club Dance

1. "Wilson Spectacles" would call it "slinging a swing".

2. Again the familiar duets with a few new jumbles thrown in.

3. The business manager is setting up competition in Joyce's long
waiting list.

F. Seniors

1. Betty has to be different. Why not wear the regulation gym
suit? I'll admit that purple is your color.

2. Have you recovered from your fever blister. Miss Shank?

3. Windy is suffering from "Waters on the knee" again.

4. Mary's boy friend has good taste in sweaters. We'll take him
along to help with our Christmas shopping.

5. Miss Jones and Mr. Royston tripped the light fantastic at the
Rural Club Dance.

6. The Editor reads 'Tsquire". Could it be for Tower Light ideas,
Connie?

7. Ruth and Dot acquired their sea legs at an Academy hop. They're
in the navy now.

8. A Senior Class

Miss Munn — I don't know what you mean by petal-like eyes.
Mr. Royston — I can understand that.

G. Juniors

1. One group of county Juniors has left the halls for the first time.
They rise as early as 5:30. Live and learn.

2. Exchange of student teachers has diminished the number of men
students. (Do I hear groans from the fairer sex?)

3. We'd like to have a front seat when some of the manly speci-
mens of Junior 4 read "The Night Before Christmas" in sugary
tones.

H. Sophomores

1. Foot trouble seems to be the vogue in the dorm. One sophomore
in particular has gained much attention. An admirer drives thirty
miles to assist her into dinner on Sunday.

2. Miss Day really shouldn't be so nice to those Hopkins boys.

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3. Miss Armour thinks we should appreciate a fine university of
world wide fame. How did you like the Hopkins dance?
Freshmen

1. Two young ladies in question made pie beds for their fond
mothers during Freshmen Mothers' Week-end.

2. Misses Quintero and Owings should travel to Hawaii and teach
the natives some new technique.

3. Yes, Miss Angulo. There is a girl with red hair and green eyes.

4. Freshmen girls are veritable fashion plates.

5. Inter-section games evidenced unusual spirit. Things were rather
cold according to the mittens and sweaters. Freshmen 9 pulled
through.

6. One of last years Seniors finds the dormitory interesting. Could
it be Freshman charm .^

Merry Christmas anyway,

cBs.

Something Oughta' Be Done About

Teachers who keep classes after the bell has rung. (Especially
after the first period when there are books to be returned and another
class to get to.)

People who chisel in line in the cafeteria — ahead of those who have
waited for ages.

Swine who hide books in the library to be sure to have them at
quarter to one, and those who, when a special assignment is given,
get three or four books, while the rest get none.

"Friends" who "borrow" cigarettes.

Gossipers who block aisles after assemblies, also the library doors,
also the cafeteria, also the halls.

Students who hand in units of two, three, and even four hundred
page lengths (Anything over one hundred and fifty pages should re-
ceive an immediate and unqualified "F".)

Certain disfigurers of the blackboards in the Men's RoQm. (They
know who!)

The extreme popularity of a few girls at lunch time in Room 223.

The habit of resident men students ;;z nof avoiding feminine en-
tanglements.

This sudden crop of Ping-Pong fiends.

The Old Grouch.

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Notes From the Glee Club

Christmas time is always a busy time for the Glee Club. We have
two occasions for which to prepare: one the college Christmas festival,
to which the Glee Club will contribute ; and the other a meeting of the
teachers of Anne Arundel County, at the high school at Glenburnie,
Maryland, when we shall provide the entertainment. At Glenburnie,
we shall repeat a number of songs from Freshman Mothers' Week End,
and in addition shall sing a number of Christmas carols, among which
will be the following:

"In Dulci Jubilo" German Carol Men's Quartet

"A Babe So Tender" Old English Semi-Chorus

"Lo How a Rose" Praetorius — Entire Glee Club

"While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks" Praetorius — Entire Glee

Club
"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" Bach — Entire Glee Club
"Lost in the Night" Finnish Folks Song arranged by Christianaen

Entire Glee Club
"Gloria in Excelsis Deo" French Carol — Entire Glee Club
"Shepherds Shake Off Your Drowsy Sleep" Besancon Carol
Many of these songs will also be heard in the Christmas celebrations
at the College.

The Glee Club wishes you a joyous, singing Christmas!

Instrumental Music

American Education Week was a busy one for the Orchestra. On
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we played at the assembly programs. On
Saturday evening we gave the dinner music for the Freshmen Mothers'
dinner. Our program was: —

Karoly Atilla

Orchestra

Mendelssohn Song of Farewell

Silcher The Loreley

Woodwind Ensemble

Dvorak. ...Third Movement from the Western World

Orchestra

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Mascagni Intermezzo

Clarinet Solo — -Mr. Goldstein

Scharwenka Barcarolle

Schubert Am Meet

Orchestra

Herbert Selections

Orchestra
On Saturday afternoon at the conference of the Mothers and Fac-
ulty, the Orchestra was represented by Mr. Sidney Baker who played a
violin solo. He was accompanied by Mr. Charles Haslup.

The violin solo announced for November second was postponed till
the thirtieth, at which time Mr. Baker played the Kol Nicluer. Mr.
Haslup was the accompanist.

The violin ensemble has been organized with the following mem-
bers: Dorothy Wohrna, Helene Davis, Twilah Elliot, and Cornelia Gal-
breath with Charlotte Hurtt as accompanist. The woodwind ensemble
has for its members: Harold Goldstein, Elwood Beam, Jane McElwain,
John Klier, and Charlotte Hurtt.

We were happy to have one of our former members, Mr. Davis,
meet with us at rehearsal on Monday, Nov. 9th.

In Celebration of National Book Week

Books, books, and more books — but that's not all there was in the
exhibit of children's literature set up in the student officers' room during
National Book Week. There were book jackets, quotations about books,
lovely posters, and, best of all, lists of selected books for Christmas buy-
ing.

The real essence of the exhibit, however, was the books loaned to the
school by some of the department stores. These volumes varied in price
and quality and were the best any child could wish for. The children
of the Campus School proved that there were best loved old books as
well as the inviting new ones in the collection. Two sophomore sec-
tion arranged the affair, and the college, as well as the Campus School,
benefited.

D. VOGEL

Miss Munn (to Novey, who has been late once more) — "Mr.
Novey, when were you born?"

B. Novey — "The second of April."
Miss Munn— "Late Again."

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Reunion in the Glen

The conquering (we hope) student teachers, after ten weeks' prac-
tice, "rcunioned" in the glen on Tuesday, November 24, 1936. Still under
the influence of their past endeavors, these professional (?) persons played
"The Farmer in the Dell" and other games. To complete a happy party,
they roasted hot dogs and toasted marshmallows in the (jpen fireplace of
the lodge.

Le Cercle Francais

The French Club, one of the comparatively new groups at the
college, has its fall program under way. To date, there have been two
meetings, both well attended. The first of these was held on October l4,
in Richmond Hall Parlor, as usual. One of the first things was to get
acquainted so that officers could be chosen. For this purpose, it was de-
cided to delay the election till the next meeting some two weeks hence.
At the completion of the French class, light refreshments were served.
On October 28, the election was held with the folbwing results: Miss
Lucia Serio, of Junior 1, was reelected president; Miss Ruth Benjamin,
of Freshman 1, was selected to fill the offices of vice-president and
Program Committee chairman ; secretary-treasurer is now Miss Vivienne
Slovin, also of Freshman 1.

Any who are interested in the French language are invited to join
with us on the second and fourth Wednesday of each month in Rich-
mond Hall Parlor.

Elizabi^th Bond. Fr. 1.

The Philadelphia Trip

Yes, you probably have heard a thousand times tl-.at we went to
the Franklin Institute only to find it closed. This minor catastrophe of
life occurred on Monday, November 23, and our belief in signs ma-
terialized: The Planefar/uf/i and Frunklin lustitute are dosed on Monday
and Tuesday. Dr. Dowell pleaded bravely that we might be admitted.
The pleas acted like a charm; we were allowed to go into the Institute.
Mr. Ripley should make his residence there and find vast sources for
"Believe it or not". Visit the Franklin Institute to sec and believe.

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Alumni

In the Baltimore Bulletin of Education we find these items under a
"Do You Know" column:

That Leonard J. Kulacki, 1934, a teacher at School No. 24, was one
of the twelve advanced students from all over the country to win a sum-
mer scholarship in advanced music for which he studied at the Peabody
Institute ?

That the second grade class of Miss Dorothy Bothe, 1934, School
No. 23, enjoyed a talk on Mexico by Miss Ivy Yeawood, who has spent
much time among the Mexicans, and who brought a fascinating collec-
tion of Mexican blankets, costumes, jewelry, pottery, and feather work?

That School No. 84 presented "The Selfish Grant"; directed by
Miss Louise Benner, 1930, in Riverside Park last spring, and that it was
a colorful and picturesque performance?

That one of the unusual entries in the Hobby Club Exhibit started
by Mr. August Jansen, 1931, of School No. 85, Lakewood and Oliver,
was a patchwork quilt, the squares of which depicted various phases of
development in industry, transportation, and communication?

That the sixth grade class of Miss Elizabeth Morrison, 1925, School
No. 59, planted a garden at the school last spring — that groups of chil-
dren cared for it during the summer, and that it yielded pleasing and
satisfactory results?

The Tower Light office received "The Lansdowne Herald" sent from
the Lansdowne School. The paper is quite an achievement for an elemen-
tary school. In an article on attendance we find that Mr. Cole's class
had the best attendance for September in the school. The notice ex-
presses an earnest wish that such a record may be continued, and so
do we!

A brief note in the November Tower Light told of the Alumni
meeting of the Anne Arundel county unit held on October 16, at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Andrews of Shadyside, Maryland. In a
later letter we were informed of the presence of three guests at this
meeting: Miss Mary Hudson Scarborough, Miss Tansil, and Mrs. Gros-
han, (Secretary of the State Alumni). Miss Scarborough gave a short
talk impressing the importance of the Alumni to a college. Miss Tansil
spoke of statistics in reference to the growth of M. S. T. C. Mrs.
Clarence Eason, President of the State Alumni acquainted the members
with the activities of that association. A short entertainment was given
to conclude the meeting.

M. C.

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Our Thanksgiving Dinner

I wonder how many turkeys lost their heads to give us our delicious
Thanksgiving dinner on Tuesday, November 26? I don't believe that they
would have begrudged us their lives if they might have seen the grand
time that we had.

After a delightful dinner we adjourned to Richmond Hall where Mrs.
Hawkes, the sculptress of the Medwedeff memorial, talked to us about
her art interest. Through her charming personality she inspired us to
try some modeling. As Dr. Tall said, "Who knows but from this may
grow a class in sculpturing?"

This was an excellent beginning for the Thanksgiving holidays.

Sports Angle

Another soccer season has become a part of the annals of our
college and a glance at the records indicates that the season was most
successful from beginning to end. As we all know, the Towsonites "toted
home the proverbial bacon," in the form of the State Championship. In
doing so they defeated all remaining teams in the state league at least
once, while being undefeated themselves. The record of five victories,
two ties, and no losses stamps our hooters as a team of the very highest
caliber, in view of the unusually powerful elevens placed on the field
by Hopkins, University of Maryland, Salisbury Teachers, and Western
Maryland. Incidentally the last named of our foes tied Penn State, the
Eastern Collegiate title-holders.

But — the king is dead: long live the kingi Another basketball
season looms on the sports horizon. Mr. Minnegan reports that the
basketeers are coming alohg \try well. We may look forward to a
season of fine, hard fought games, with Towson on top in most of
these set-tos. — we hope. Such teams as Catholic U., Baltimore U., Loyola,
Mt. St. Mary's, Wilson Teachers, Elizabethtown, Salisbury, and Frost-
burg are going to make the sledding "plenty rough", but as said before,
well be fighting every inch of the way.

F. A. C.

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Hockey Finale

Ground, sticks! Ground, sticks! Ground, sticks! The interclass hock-
ey games begin. Despite the frosty nips on fingers and toes the Juniors
manage to keep just a trifle warmer than the Freshman and Sophomores.

The Sophs defeat the Freshmen 2-0 while the Juniors in turn con-
quer the Sophs 3-1, thus winning the inter-class championship.

Electives give the girls a chance for more actual playing experience
and team-work than they would otherwise receive. They aid in the de-
velopment of good sportsmanship and leadership. Come on out girls!
Wouldn't you be proud to represent your class on the basketball team?

The line-up for the hockey teams

Freshmen

Jtmiors

Paula

C.F.

Shipley

Mark

R.I.

Howeth-Adams

Merryman

L.I.

Naylor-Eldridge

Miller-Scott

R.W.

Pennington

Holfman-Galbreath

L.W.

Clark

S. Marks

C.H.B.

Straining-Howard

Bond

R.H.B.

Stidman

Schnebly-Peters

L.H.

Cissel-Rochlitz

Danker

R.F.B.

Jones-Davis

Cohen-Bartscher

L.F.B.

Dousha-Farwell

Ackerman

G.K.

Wilson

Sophomore I

Sophomore II

Brandt

C.F.

Hooper

Rosenberg

R.L

Stewart

Mentis

L.I.
R.W.

Ehrhardt

Drake

L.W.

Anthony
Sevier

Mitzel

C.H.B.

Germershauser

R.H.B.

McElwain

Cschenk

L.H.B.

Gumming

Cromwell

R.F.B.
L.F.B.

Courtney

Vogel

Firey

G.K.

Mitzel

St. Peter (to applicant) — "Where are you from?"

Applicant — "Eastern Shore of Maryland."

St. Peter — "Come on in, but I don't think you'll like it."

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Under the Weather Vane

North, East, South, and West — around goes the weather vane, and
with it go the activities of the Campus School. The league games have
been going smoothly this season. The girls have finished Philadelphia
Bat Ball and will next play Touch Down Pass. Soccer has been com-
pleted by the boys and Touch Football is next on their schedule.

Excursions have been taken by some classes in connection with
their studies. The Seventh Grade visited the sewerage disposal plant,
and plans have been made for a trip to the filtration plant at Montebello.
The Fifth Grade spent a day at Conowingo Dam, and the Third Grade
visited the Indian exhibits at the Maryland Academy of Science.

We have assemblies in which we, or outsiders, take part. In a
series of science lectures, the lower and upper Grades talked of their
science work. We were shown an amusing movie about bears. Later
we enjoyed a moving picture of Mrs. Sloan's travels in Egy'pt, India,
and Japan. We are looking forward eagerly to the Christmas assembly.

In the grades we have observed Book Week by examining and dis-
cussing the exhibition arranged by the Sophomores.

The Te-Pa-Chi club is organizing a card party and dance for the
benefit of the Campus School.

The Maryland Congress of Parents and Teachers has been giving
a series of programs over the radio under the direction of Dr. Tall. Some
of us have helped Miss Mac Donald and Mrs. Brouwer with their talks
on that program.

Seventh Grade.

Campus School

The Te Pa Chi Club gave an annual benefit card party in Richmond
Hall on Friday evening, December 11. There was dancing and a floor
show in the foyer of Newell Hall. This Benefit, as always, was informal,
unusually popular, and well patronized.

M. C

A heavily veiled young lady addressed the clerk at the hosiery
counter in a large downtown department store:

"Have you any flesh-colored stockings?"

"Yes madam," replied the clerk, "What color will you have — pink,
yellow, or black?"

The Uptoicn Stove With the Downtoicn Prices

TOWSON FASHION SHOP

ODD FELLOWS HALL Opposite Motion Picture Theatre
Apparel of taste for the woman who cares

New Fall Coats, Dresses, Evening Gowns, Millinery,

Lingerie and Accessories

Special— All Silk Full Fashioned Hose— 79c Value 59c

Attractive Practical Holiday Goods — Gift Packing

MASON^S GARAGE «
SERVICE STATION

Official AAA Station

Towson, Md.
24-Hour Service

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

is easy at Hutzler's! Two Inexpensive
Gift Shops — the Shop of Vogue's 100
Gifts — the Feminine Gift Corner —
filled with gifts for everyone, — at all
prices, beginning at 30c. And all the rest
of the Store to find gifts in, too!

hUTZLER BRirHERS @

Baltimore, Md.

Louise Beauty Shoppe

32 YORK ROAD

Naiveite and the — Netu Halliwell "Electra"

Permanents — Smart Waves and Haircuts at

Moderate Prices.

Convenient for State Teachers College

Phone: Towson 1022

Slip

^prnnli National latik
of (Uoujflon, iHb.

Compliments
of

TOWSON THEATER

Compliments

County Chevrolet Co«

York Road and Willow Ave.
Towson, Md.

HARRY C. LANGGOOD

402 York Road Towson, Md.

Skilled repairing on all makes of

watches, clocks, jewelry, eyeglasses

and fountain pens.

Compliments
of

HORNS SUPREME
Ice Cream Co.

Ifs Buick Again

BROOKS -PRICE

TOWSON

YORK ROAD GARAGE

Local Headquarters
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Run Right to

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for all your drug store needs!

Phone Towson 362 for Free Delivery

503-5 YORK ROAD

Toiletries and Fine Soaps
By Yardley

We Are Direct Agents
Asbill and Austin, Inc.

Pharmacists
\ Opp. Court House. To 227

Corsages Bouquets

Funeral Designs
Decorations Pottery

STEVENSON'S

Flowets

304 Aigburth Road Towson, Md.

Tuo delireriei daily to Hospitals

Phone: Towson 27

Aigburth Road is opposite State Teachers

College Entrance

That Good Gulf Gasoline

Lubrication Specialists

Towson Gulf Service Station.
Inc.,

York Rd., opposite Willow Ave.
Towson, Md.

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What Are Little Men Made Off, Huh?

Snips and snails an — nope! not at alll

Believe it or not, in a man weighing one hundred and

and fifty four pounds, there is:
Enough fat to make seven bars of soap.
Enough phosphorous to make 2,200 match tips,
Enough sulphur to rid one dog of fleas.
Enough magnesium to make one good dose of magnesia,
Enough potassium to explode a toy cannon.
Enough lime to whitewash a chicken coop,
Enough iron to make a medium sized nail, and,
Enough sugar to fill a shaker.

G. Horn.

Dr. Lynch — "Miss Hooper, tell us, just what is yeast?"
Miss Hooper — ^" Yeast is a tiny plant too naked to be seen with the
small eye."

To bring out the baby's wisdom teeth, let him chew on Mother's
Chi Alpha Sigma pin.

And 1 wish you
many ol tliem . ..

W«»fero« t i -ll..^ ii " i i i ii i a i {itM« AriUflMfw . r iiJ. ff .i. v ■ ' *

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THE

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State Teachers College

TOWSON, MARYLAND

CONTENTS

Page

Creed - - 3

Things Like That 4

Vivisection , 8

Exiled — 9

Cats 1 1

Five and Ten from Six to Nine 12

CaUing All Hypochondriacs 13

Lights On 14

Let's Be Ethical — 16

Flying Young Men 17

A Poultry Factory —- 18

Revamping the Curriculum 19

The Library — At Your Service 20

On a Bookshelf — Then and Now 23

A Comparison: Small Town Paper and College

Periodical 2 5

Junior Class Song 26

Daily Duds 17

College Record .— 29

Advertisements 39

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Vol. X JANUARY, 1937 No. 4

Foreword

The book is finished. It hes closed beside me, brimming with days
and hours, many of which are the happiest of my Kfe. I turn the pages
fondly and read the titles. Here and there are sprinkled brief bitter
moments which fade into a background and become submerged into the
gayer hues. The volume of 1936 is outmoded by the fresh, new one of the
coming year. I dip my pen into the past and make my first entry in
the future.

A Creed

"Teach me that sixty minutes make an hour, sixteen ounces a pound,
and one hundred cents a dollar. Help me to live so that I can lie down
at night with a clear conscience and unhaunted by the faces of those to
whom I may have brought pain. Grant that I may earn my meal ticket
on the square, and in earning it I may do unto others as I would have
them do unto me. Deafen me to the jingle of tainted money. Blind me to
the faults of other men and reveal to me my own. Keep me young enough
to laugh with little children, and sympathetic so as to be considerate of
old age. And when comes the day of darkening shades, make the ceremony
short and the epitaph simple: 'Here lies a man'."

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Things Like That

IT was raining. It was not the delicate drizzle of northern climates,
nor was it the distorted rain of great jagged cities. It was a down-
pour such as is found in midsummer in regions approaching the sub-
tropical, and was unrestrained and unhindered only as it can be in the
open country. Legions of rain-drops attacked the black soil, which in
turn sprang up against it with futile little splashes. Thin sheets of water,
overrunning from rusty tin gutters, crept down the fuzzy gray of old
boards; and where the frame sides of the farmhouse met the earth, it
mingled with rapidly growing puddles.

Hulda looked at the bucket with distaste. Funny, no amount of
fixing the shingles on the bedroom roof seemed to keep it from leaking
in here. The bucket was almost full from the steady drip-drip. Well,
the best thing to do would be to empty it now; after a while she might be
so busy she'd forget it, and then it would run over on Ma's new rag rug.
Hulda didn't like rain, and leaking roofs made her dislike stronger. Rain
always makes a place seem so old and cheerless, and goodness knows it's
that way already. Of course Pa and Ma and the boys didn't complain,
but when you've seen what other folks have, like the time in San Antonio,
It makes you feel like sort of wanting something. Take Cousin Lucy's
pretty bedroom, especially that dresser ("vanity dresser", the mail-order
catalogs call it) with all those fancy cutglass perfume bottles on it.
Hulda had a dresser too, but you couldn't sit in front of it like you could
with Lucy's, and she just had one plain bottle of White Rose perfume
that Hilmar gave her for Christmas once.

Splosh! The bucketful of water joined the puddles around the back
door. My% who would have thought this morning it would rain like this!
Of course, Pa did say the sun was too hot for that early in the morning,
but they hadn't expected anything like this. And of all days to pick
cotton in the upper field, way on the other side of the creek! — Hulda
didn't much like cotton-picking, so she and her Ma took turns going out
with Pa and the boys; Mexicans wanted so much pay this year, after
living on relief, that everybody in the family had to help that could. —
Guess when it had started to rain they were way up in the upper field, so
they just stayed at the little shed and waited for it to pass over. Hulda
listened attentively in the din of the rain. Yes, the creek was running
pretty heavy, too, and they couldn't get across if they wanted to. Most
likely the cars on the post road couldn't get through either.

Hulda sighed and went back to her work. There was always so much
to do; like now, churning the butter; too, there was cooking the cheese
for supper, feeding the poultry, patching the boys' clothes, and what

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not . • . She could just see Lucy doing things hke that, and Lucy was
just as old as she was, nineteen. Lucy went to a business college in the
city and learned typewriting and other such subjects. Hulda wished she
could go to college. She had finished the seventh grade at District No. 5
school, and the teacher had told her she ought to go to high school in
town; but they couldn't afford it that year, and the next year Hulda felt
too old. Well, Hilmar hadn't gone to high school either. — Take Lucy's
boy friend now, he was going to the University; he was good-looking in
a smooth kind of way, and he had a new V-8 coupe that he took Lucy
out in. Hilmar's Model T ran all right, but it did rattle some. . . . Funny,
you think about things like that and you get almost to hate what you've
got, and wish you could have a nice house and fancy fixings and a
college education and that your future husband — Hulda lifted the dasher
from the churn and tended to the new butter.

The rain almost stopped for a short while, and in the interval there
was a knock at the front door. — It couldn't be any of the folks, because
they would come to the back door. Peering out the window Hulda could
see there was a lady on the porch. And there was her fine car out in the
yard, too! Hulda opened the door.

"Good afternoon. Do you have a telephone?"

"Why, yes; come in."

"Thank you . . I have to call San Marcos to let some one there
know I'm delayed. The creek was so swollen I was afraid to cross it. I
saw your home from the highway and — "

"Sure, that's all right; the phone is over here in the kitchen." Hulda
prepared to leave. She knew it wasn't good manners to listen in.

"Ah — do you mind showing me how to use this 'phone? I'm not
familiar with the party line system."

Hulda rang Central for her and left the room. . . . She was a pretty,
real young-looking lady, and she sure was dressed up. . . . Hope running
from the car to the house hadn't dampened her pretty linen suit and that
new-style brownish hat. . . . Hulda's summer hat was white, and only
people that can afford more than one hat would get a dark one in
summer time. And those shoes weren't the kind Hulda could get for
$L98 in town, either. ... Be a shame if the mud — though she probably
had enough others to wear.

"Thank you so much, honey." The woman looked hesitantly through
the window at the rain's manifestations of renewed vigor.

"Would you want to sit down a while and wait till it lets up a bit?"

"Why, thank you, but I shouldn't want to disturb you."

"Oh, that's all right. I finished the main thing I had to do." Hulda
pulled up the heavy green shades in the parlor, to let in some light.

"I believe I shall keep you company, as I have to wait anyway."

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Hulda remembered to ask the lady to have a seat in the high-backed
rocker (with the crocheted pillow tied to the top with blue ribbon).

"You're a sweet child. Really, you must tell me all about yourself."

. . . Hulda didn't like being called a "child". Why, she was almost
ready to be married! But, looking at her bare legs in the flat-heeled work
shoes and the short skirt of her faded gingham dress, she did feel young.

The lady opened her purse and took out a pretty gold case. Hulda
thought first she was going to powder her nose, but then she saw it was
a cigarette case.

"Do you have an ash tray handy?"

Hulda knew they didn't have one, because the men folks didn't
smoke in the parlor; they went out on the porch, and in the rest of the
house the ashes didn't matter. Hulda brought the lady the best thing
she could think of, a saucer. — "No thank you," Hulda didn't want one.

Hulda got up enough nerve to ask the lady if she lived in San
Antonio. The lady said she did. Hulda wondered if she knew Cousin
Lucy, but the lady said that of course you couldn't know everybody in
a city. Then she started telling her about the theatres, the clubs, the roof
gardens, and all the places people went in the city. Hulda said she went to
the movies in town sometimes too, but she hadn't been places like those
others. Hulda wished she could live in the city. On the farm you couldn't
do all those different things like that. The lady said yes, and you could
enjoy yourself going to week-end parties out of the city, too.

For example, tonight she was going to a party in San Marcos with
someone who lived there; (she had to drive there because his business pre-
vented him from getting her in time.) And at private parties, like this
one at the Lake Hotel, you really had a marvelous time! Hulda was
entranced.

"Yes, it's a great life." The woman yawned slightly and looked with
disfavor at the heavy old-fashioned furniture, the shutters needing paint,
the window with the broken pane.

"Oh, if I only had a chance to get away from here and go to the
city!" Hulda blushed. She shouldn't have said that in front of a stranger.

The woman surveyed Hulda critically, noting her healthy complexion,
her clear blue eyes, her well-built figure. She exhaled smoke slowly and
then said,

"Hulda, you're not so bad. . . . How would you like to work for
me as a servant girl in San Antonio?"

Hulda's eyes grew larger.

"I'm not satisfied with my present girl. . . . You would get your
room and board and a little spending money for clothes and other small
needs. It wouldn't be much, but you'd see some 'city life'." Smiling:
"If you're good, I may let you serve at some of my special parties . . .
How about it?"

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Hulda regained her breath. "Why, that would be grand!! But — "

"You wouldn't be lonesome. We could find some boy friend for
you who could show you the bright spots on your night off."

"Oh — but I have a boy friend."

The woman laughed. "Oh, so you don't want to leave your Uttle
country sweetheart! I understand."

"Oh, yes, I do — I mean — oh, I'd like to ever so much, only I'm
engaged and — "

"Don't let things like that hold you back."

"Yes, but — " Hulda paused. Here was her chance to live in the
city, to see life, almost as she had dreamed. Pa and Ma would take on at
first, but she was old enough to get what she wanted. ... If only it
wasn't for Hilmar ... she loved Hilmar a lot and . . . Maybe Hilmar
could wait for a while . . . Maybe —

"You'd like our home. Your room would be prettily furnished, with
a soft bed, large closets, chiffonier, vanity dresser — almost anything you
could use.

"My own pretty room?"

"Yes. And the work wouldn't be difficult. You wouldn't have to
wait on my husband. He — "

"Your husband?"

"Why, yes; I'm a married woman."

"Oh! But — oh, I see; your husband lives in San Marcos — "

"San Marcos? Why, no, he lives in San Antonio, in the same house
as I. Of course he's not always home, but — ^What in the world caused
you to think my husband lived in San Marcos?"

"Why — ah — you said something about going to a party tonight with
a man who lived in San Marcos, and I thought sure — "

The woman flushed almost imperceptibly. "Why, no, he is not my
husband."

It was Hulda's turn to blush. "Oh," she said slowly. . . . She had
heard about such marriages, but to her they weren't real. . . . She never
thought nice-looking people like this lady . . . Hulda couldn't see herself
doing things like that when she was married . . . Hilmar and she would
never —

"Why, I believe it has stopped raining. And I shall have to go. —
Think over my proposition. If you decide to come, let me know soon. . . .
Here is a card with my address."

"Oh, yes. Thank you."

"And thank you for your hospitality."

The card still in her hand, Hulda followed the lady ovxt on the porch.
She watched her get into the car and drive off down the lane.

Sure enough, it had quit raining. . . . The late afternoon sun had
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was reflected in pools and window-panes; it made the wet walls of the
house glisten. Green trees were shedding crystal drops which fell into
puddles below with musical "plunks". The fresh, clean air smelled of
washed earth and growing plants. Chickens cackled hungrily; ducks
waddled out to enjoy their private ponds. Far up the field Hulda saw
her family coming home. — She looked at the card which she still held in
her hand; then, slowly, deliberately, she tore it into fragments which
drifted down into the mud.

Evelyn A. Fiedler.

Vivisection

Many a grown person has at some time in his youth imagined himself
a full blown mechanical genius and has attempted to dissect an alarm
clock. Those of us afflicted with this destructive mania go at the task
with the precision and carefulness of a skilled surgeon. After all, every
wheel, spring, nut and bolt is to the clock what our internal organs are
to us. The fortunate part about this most delicate operation is that the
operator can play havoc with the victim and need not worry about a death
on the operating table.

I recall my first altruistic endeavor to relieve the suffering of an
unfortunate Big Ben. After carefully laying out mv instruments of
torture and ana:sthetizing my patient I went at my job with all the savage-
ness of a cannibal. My entrance through the back was rather easy since
this whole covering lifted off and exposed the infected area. As I removed
each organ I placed it beside me on the operating table. Big Ben in his
death throes gave a convulsive quiver and propelled his main spring clear
across the room. At the same instant the alarm began to shriek as if to
inform me the round was over and it was time to cease this slaughter.

I regained my composure and snapped out of this frenzied orgy in
which I had indulged. The clock completely disemboweled and its
visceral organs strewn out on the table before me, I became suddenly
melancholy. This mess before me made me realize that this creature
would never live again; not even the genius of an Einstein could rejuvenate
this dead soul. I thought of the unfortunate Humpty Dumptv and found
myself saying: "All my tools and all my skills can't put Big Ben together
again".

Benjamin Novev, Sr.
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Exiled

ROUND, incredulous blue eyes filled slowly, and then she exclaimed,
"Oh, Mommy, you couldn't send Belle away — not my Belle".
- Eight year old dignity flung to the winds, Joan fled from the living
room heedless of stinging tears washing her cheeks. Belle emerged from
her sanctuary behind the davenport with ears pulled back and tail droop-
ing between her legs, and sorrowfully slunk after the little girl.

As Joan smothered bitter exclamations in her bed pillow, a moist
sympathetic tongue licked her hand. "B-but they can't take you away
from me. Belle. You're my best friend — I like you better than Dottie or
Sallie even. Gosh, can you help it if you're not a watch-dog? Just cause
you're not fierce 'n nasty an' ready to eat everyone up, they think you're
dumb. . . . They're going to give you to a colored man who likes dogs —
oh, B-belle, I won't let them take you away! I won't!"

Belle sniffed the air luxuriantly. She liked the ripe smell of water-
melons from dirty boats laden almost to the deck; she liked the clean
tang of the breeze, the confused odor of green bananas, of McCormick's
spices, of sawdust and burlap baling. Her great ears alert to catch the
squealing of tug boats, the bass note of a steamer, the rhythmic melancholy
songs of the stevedores, she stood apart from the frenzied activity, wait-
ing. Belle's huge body stiffened. There was a shrill blast as the weather-'
beaten hulk of a bay boat slid through placid, oil-rain-bowed water
toward the dock. The vibrations ceased and sure hands tossed the hawser
on shore to an expectant figure — not a stevedore, but to Belle. She
watched the whirling progress of the rope, caught it firmly between
strong teeth, and tugged with every muscle taut until there was a
scraping of wood against wood. Her keen eyes singled out Jasper from
among the sweating stevedores — a strong figure with bowed back, like a
piece of melting chocolate — and sought approval. Calloused black hands
deserted their labor to come and stroke her rough shepherd coat. Belle
was content.

Above the din on the wharf arose a feminine voice, "We're looking
for Jasper Brown. Does he work there?"

"Why, yes, ma'am; he's Over there. See him with that big dog.
That's the finest animal I ever see'd — you should a been here a few
minutes ago when — "

Joan broke wildly away from her mother and father to reach Belle,
to hug her and tell the wonderful news. "Oh, Belle, they're going to
let me have you back! They don't care any more if you aren't a watch
dog — just so I'm happy. Gosh, I could hardly eat without thinking about

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you — We'll have such a grand time together now. I can hardly wait to
get home with you!"

Ill

Joan patted Belle on the head and was rew^arded with a tongue lick
just as she always had been. Again she threw a grimy rubber bone across
the living room, but Belle merely raised her head, rolled disdainful eyes,
and carefully placed her nose back on the rug. Belle certainly was changed
Joan decided, she didn't w^ant to play at all. She was friendly enough but
couldn't seem to settle down even though it had been a month since they
had brought her home again. No, she wasn't like the old Belle.

The door knocker fell heavily and Joan went to answer it. She took
hold of the brass knob with a puzzled expression on her round face, still
thinking about Belle's strange behavior. As Joan flung the door open
wide there was the touch of rough fur on her bare legs, and she was
brought rudely back to the situation. A tawny flash speeding far into the
blackness met her startled gaze. A delivery boy stood in front of the
door, but Joan never saw^ him.

Black Jasper grinned to himself as he watched Belle waiting patiently
at the far end of the dock. She w^as a good dog. He had known she would
come back — that's why he hadn't made a fuss when they had come to
take her home again. Belle could never again have stood being cooped up
in a house with nothing to do all day. If he got paid tonight, he'd get
Belle some liver and fry it even though it might be midnight when they
finished loading. Yes, Belle was a grand dog; she deserved the best.

Sleek black waters parted before the bow^ of the boat as it slipped
along side of the steamer taking on cargo. Belle's great frame quivered
expectantly — happily. Here was something she really could do. There
■was a whir as the heavy coil arched through the darkness and into the
region of garish artificial light, then the sharp sound as sure, massive jaws
closed about the rope.

ViRGixiA Smith, Fr. 4.

Now
Children gather

firewood
When the north

winds blow,
And the leaves

twirl 'round them
As they hurry home.

3b Class at School No. 62.

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Cats

No one knows when or how the cat first sprang into existence.
Perhaps during the long weeks in which the Ark floated on the
waters, the rats and the mice increased so alarmingly that the
safety and the comfort of the inmates were threatened. Noah, rising to
the emergency, passed his hand three times over the head of a lioness, and
lo! she sneezed forth a cat. Pussy's first appearance in true history is a
splendid one. Three thousand years ago the cat dwelt by the Nile. Sleek
and beautiful she slept in the shadows of the mighty temples or watched
the priests and the people with contemptuous disregard. She does not
appear in Holy Writ; but when Moses led the children of Israel into the
desert, she watched him go, satisfied to remain at home where there was
comfort and leisure.

Egypt, the granary of the ancient world, had great need for Pussy's
services in catching rats, mice, and even wild fowl, though her sacred
character was in no way impaired. She was regarded as one of the favorites
of the god Pasht. She was fed fish and milk by the State. Indeed, the cat
was petted, pampered, treated with delicate reverence, buried in mummy
cases and her form was carved on tablets, temples, and mummy cases.

Thanks to these inscriptions, embalming, and pictorial arts, we know
today that cats were not domesticated in Babylon or Assyria. The animal
was introduced into India at a very early period, since she figures in some
of the oldest Indian fables. Her entrance into the Chinese Empire,
described by ancient documents, appears to have been about 400 A. D.
The cat entered into Greece, when that country's glory was fading.
Coming late into Rome, the cat won distinction — not as a mouser, but as
a lover of liberty. Eventually as a plaything, as a pretty household toy.
Pussy was carried from Africa to Europe a few hundred years before the
Christian era.

There was a general tradition that the cat was brought from the
East and introduced into Northern Europe by the Crusades. But long
ago before the time of Peter the Hermit, the cat appeared in England,
sleeping by the firesides and held in high esteem in the nunneries. In 1205
a canon was passed, denying the nuns possession of flocks, cattle and
swine, or other domestic animals, except the cat. No one knows the date
or route of its voyages westward. The earliest record of a cat in England
is a law in 948 regulating the market price of cats. The cat grew in time
to be a familiar object in the homes of men and they looked at her with
cruel and troubled eyes. Soon the god of Egypt, the plaything of Rome,
became bv some sad chance a symbol of evil things. The cat symbolized
witchcraft. She was said to be the witch's friend and on murky midnights
to cast shameful spells. The cat was practically banished from cathedrals,

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except at Rouen where she was seen chasing a mouse around one of the
piHars in the nave. So it came to pass that there entered upon it long
years of persecution. It began in 1575 when a knight ordered a hundred
cats to be thrown in the fire at a great festival. Other such barbarous
sports continued until 1604 when Henry the fourth, a lover of cats, issued
an edict forbidding the persecution of felines.

The close of the sixteenth century saw Western Europe undergoing
a curious and comfortable change. Life became softer, sweeter with self-
indulgence and self-satisfaction. The cat became once more the assiduous
guest of a courteous and companionable society. Art and literature began
to praise the cat. In France it was feline grace and sweetness which finally
triumped over prejudice. In England and Germany it was the recognition
of her domestic qualities which won her first tolerance, then esteem, then
loving and loyal devotion. Slowly and surely it dawned upon the minds •
of men that a house is transformed into a home when a fireside Sphinx
takes possession of the chimney-corner. The personal note was struck
and the victory of the cat was won!

Annette Danker, Fr. 5.

Five and Ten From Six to Nine

"Help you in just a minute," I murmured and reached for the
bottle of "Blue Waltz" perfume that danced before my eyes. "Ten .
cents," I repeated, mechanically, to the owner of the hand that held the
perfume. It was Saturday night and as noisy and exacting a crowd as
ever took possession of the store. Such shuffling of feet, the victrola
blaring something about "The Music Goes 'Round and 'Round," people
asking to be directed to counters — I remember it all. At the candy counter,
children hung on the case, looking with eager eyes at the nickel's worth of
candy they were going to divide among themselves. I could imagine
hearing one say, "You got four pieces and I only got three!" My toilet-,
goods counter was in a turmoil. Colored women purchased hair straight-
cner; white women bought wave set or curling irons. One very timid
girl asked for a light shade of lipstick. Next to her, stood a nondescript
and heavily made-up blonde. Across at the jewelry counter a coarse,
rowdyish girl was trying on rings. Dapper young men steered coquettish
girls through the crowd. Old men talked about horses, crops, and weather,
in the meantime being jostled about by the good-natured eddy of
humanity.

Fortified by the thought of home's peace and quiet, I continued
deftly to wrap packages and make change in that Saturday night hubbub.

M. Brashears, Fr. 9.

12:

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Calling All Hypochondriacs!

*'TX 7"^^' "^^"^^ right in! Sit down and make yourself at home!
\A/ I'm so glad you came to see me. It isn't often that young
^ ^ folks come to see an old woman like me. And you came at such
a good time! I was just about to become downhearted. You know I've
been reading in the papers about this medical convention they're having
here and some of the things they are talking about. Well, they remind me
of so many things. For instance, look here at what it says about heart
trouble — so many people dying from it. So many of us are susceptible to
it, you know. Why just yesterday I thought my heart was going to go
bad, it beat so hard as I bent over to tie my shoestring. You know, don't
you, that that's what killed Mrs. Harris. The poor dear soul, if she had
done what I do, take those amazing heart sedative tablets, she might be
with us today."

"Does that paper say we are going to have rain tomorrow? Well, I
needn't wait for any paper to tell me that. My rheumatism and arthritis
have been plaguing me for days and my feet are so swollen that I can
hardly move. But my doctor, oh, he's such a wonderful man, gave me
the best treatment for it. He has me bathe my feet and the irritated parts
in hot water and, oh, what is it, 'er, magnesium sulphate, and I believe
you call it Epsom salts. Yes, that's it, Epsom salts."

"Oh look at that poor child out there! He just now fell off his sled
and rolled into that puddle of ice and water. Why he'll catch his death
of cold. I'm going to get him in here and take some preventive measures
before it's too late. A nice glass of hot lemonade will fix him up all
right! Yoo-Hoo! Oh, he's gone already."

"You know, honey, that the best thing in the world is a little bit of
prevention. You've heard the statement that an ounce of prevention is
worth a pound of cure. I certainly agree to that. Why right this minute
I can think of the time when I used to bolt my hot food so fast that it
almost burned my throat. Just imagine all the ulcers and abscesses I
must have in my stomach. Some of these days they really drive me mad,
and torment me to death! But my doctor, not the same one I told you
about before, but my stomach specialist, gave me something to cure that.
If I feel my pain after eating I just take a teaspoonful of this white
powder. I'm not so sure what it is, but he gives me such a nice prescrip-
tion for it, and I did hear the druggist call his clerk the last time and
ask him for a can of that sodium bicarbonate. Maybe that's one of the
things in it."

"Is it 3 o'clock yet? I must take my liver pills at three. You know,
since I've taken these pills I've become a changed person! I no longer

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have headaches, oh, I used to have such dreadful headaches, and my eyes
are clear and my skin no longer yellow. Why, at one time I thought
I was getting yellow jaundice. But my doctor gave me these liver pills
and I'm getting along fine now!"

"Must you go now? I'm so sorry, dear. Wouldn't you like a cup
of tea before you leave? You know it's so cold and tea will warm you
up. Don't forget to bundle up carefully; so many things start out as
just a simple cold that you catch without even thinking about it.
Goodbye dear. I'm so glad you came to see me! We've had such a nice
talk together. Goodbye."

A. Berlin, Sr.

Lights On

Have you ever seen a city wake up from its afternoon nap? In the
distance one little light blinks sleepily; soon a sign awakes with a big
red yawn; then it is no time at all before the whole city is sparkling
vivaciously. The light on the corner winks at the light on the porch
when a well dressed young man puts a slim girl into a black roadster.
The head lights wave "au revoir" as they blaze a path to the most
fashionable night club in town.

Riding down Charles Street, you have a row of sentinels guarding
the way. Each guard has a huge pearl in his cap, a badge of office. The
jewels glow steadily and brightly, they might be rows of blazing torches
and you an ancient Roman rushing down the avenue in your speeding
chariot.

Light can make brave men. Many times a child has whimpered in
fear of the dark, but when Mother leaves the hall light burning, he goes
peacefully to sleep. One little shaft of light piercing the gloom brings a
message of security. It is a ghastly feeling to plod along a dark road,
taking step after step into an abyss of blackness; but, when you see the
street light ahead you go courageously forward and forget to thank
the beacon.

RiDGELV Hill, Fr. 9.

1936

EING a brief enumeration of the highlights of the preceding year,
which, because of its general turbulent nature, has become most
significant in shaping the course of national and world history.

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January —

The Seventy-fourth Congress of the United States reassembles and
is addressed by President Roosevelt in a speech advocating neutrality and
denouncing autocratic nations which threaten world peace. In the second
major defeat of the New Deal administration, the A. A. A. is declared
unconstitutional by the Supreme Court, "$200,000,000 in processing
taxes being returned to those who paid them in; and the following day
the President calls seventy farm leaders to Washington to form a substi-
tute A. A. A." The President's veto on the compromise bill for the imme-
diate payment of the veterans' bonus is overridden first by the House,
then by the Senate, and the bill becomes a law. Italian "communiques"
claim complete victories in southern Abyssinia by. General Grazeans, while
England and France reinforce their fleets in the Mediterranean. Gomez
is elected president of Cuba in the first presidential election there since
1931; and King George V of England dies of a severe cold at the age of
seventy-six. Edward VIII ascends the throne. The great author, Rudyard
Kipling, dies.

February —

The Supreme Court decides that the government may sell surplus
power at Wilson Dam, a part of the TVA project; and the President,
House, and Senate pass a bill to extend the neutrality laws until 1937.
King Edward VIII delivers his first message before British Parliament,
thanking the people for their loyalty and promising his interest in their
welfare, regardless of class. The French Chamber of Deputies ratifies a
treaty with Soviet Russia in the nature of a mutual-assistance pact, in
which Italy digs deep into Abyssinian territory from both the north and
the south. Takihashi, Finance Minister of Japan and other officials are
assassinated by military fascist groups because of their alleged represen-
tation of peaceful elements.

March —

President Roosevelt asks Congress to draw up a bill taxing undis-
tributed corporation profits in order to pay for the soldiers' bonus and
agreements made under the A. A. A.; and a treasury offering of new bonds
amounting to $1,2 50,000,000 is oversubscribed in one day. Premier
Mussolini temporarily halts his invasion into Abyssinia to discuss peace
negotiations in the League of Nations; while Chancellor Hitler denounces
the Locarno treaty demilitarizing the Rhineland area, and marches troops
into this zone. Manuel Azana becomes Premier of Spain as Liberals sweep
the Spanish elections to reestablish a radical government; and in a con-
ference at London, the United States, Great Britain, and France agree to
limit naval armaments for six more years, Japan withdrawing.

(To be continued)

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Lef s Be Ethical

WITHIN the last month there has been a serious moral issue in-
volving several world famous persons. Have you ever considered
how incessantly moral questions such as this are discussed by the
old and young? Questions of right and wrong are woven into all con-
versation, they are as close to our life as the air we breathe. "Mamma,
Jackie ought not to upset my block house." "Do you think it is right for
me to spend so much on that silk dress?" "Should I tell Mary the truth
even though I know it will hurt her feelings?" It is only through the
study of ethics that we can learn to make the right choice and to do the
proper thing in the best way.

The person whose conduct is ethical finds life nobler and richer than
the "moral tramp".

Of course, we want everyone to like us. Then, let's be ethical, and
we shall be welcome in any worthwhile society.

To be sure, life is not a steady march to victory with beating drums
and flying banners. There are hard battles to fight and mighty foes to
conquer. Yet, if you will recall your history, you will realize that most
of the great and famous men had giant difficulties to overcome. They
were able to attain their eminent positions only through force of character.
It is chiefly in the formation of character that ethics has its value.
William De Witt Hyde defines character as a "storage battery in which
the power acquired by our past acts is accumulated and preserved for our
future use." It has been said, "Sow an act and you will reap a habit;
sow a habit, you reap a character; sow a character, you reap a destiny."

Ethics cannot help but be vitally interesting to everyone, for all who
act consciously are concerned with ethics. Moral questions are often as
engrossing as a novel, for they are alive, appealing, and above all, thought-
provoking. How would you solve these problems?

1 — My mother and father are away from home, and I wake up with a

cold. I wonder if I should go to school, as my mother would not

want me to make my cold any worse, nor, on the other hand, to

miss school unnecessarily.

2 — I need to earn money to suport my mother. Ought I go through

high school and so be fitted to earn a higher salary, or should I go

to work with only a grammar school training?

3 — A friend gave me a concert ticket. I found the concert extremclv

dull. What ought I to say if my friend asks me how I cnjovcd it?

Since moral problems confront us everyday at home, at school, and

in the community at large, we should be ready to meet them. Moral life

is voluntary, within our control, and we may choose wisely or carelesslv.

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The surest way of acquiring goodness is to take an interest in something
and preserve that interest. Spend your time in attaining and enlarging
this purpose. As soon as you are in the habit of guiding yourself by your
aim instead of being tossed about on the waves of circumstance, you cease
to kill time. To use time well you need all of the virtues: imagination,
courage, memory, truthfulness, open mindedness, patience, and scores of
others. Be ethical and these virtues will become habitual. Then you need
never include such an item in the newspaper of your soul —

"Lost yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two
golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward
is offered, for they are gone forever." — Horace Mann.

Virginia Hagerty, Jr. 1.

Flying Young Men

'Tlying Young Men" represents a fitting collection of pictures for
any gymnasium, or haven't you noticed the bulletin board at Monte-
bello? Did you ever stop to think how difficult are the feats pictured?

In order to perform all the exercises shown the gymnast must have
strength enough to hold his own weight supported only by his hands. In
doing the back lever on the horizontal bar he must have strength to
resist and defy the gravitational pull on all parts of his body.

Muscle coordination is another important point in performing gym-
nastics. While one group of muscles is taut the corresponding muscular
group is relaxed.

The execution of the gymnastic movements also involves knowledge
of certain scientific laws. One of the most important things to remember
in doing the front fly away is the law of momentum. The swinging rings
describe an arc. In order to land on his feet and not on his face, the
athlete must release the rings at the end of the arc described, thus taking
advantage of the forward motion of the rings. The backward lever on
the horizontal bar requires a knowledge of the laws of balance. The
center of gravity of a body must be so placed that practically no effort is
required to hold the balance. This rule is used too in holding levers on
the parallel bars; but, to a certain extent, it also is as important in
executing the back lever shown in the picture.

An expert throughout an exercise must be mentally alert in order
to utilize every movement; he must be able to change his positions in
taking advantage of the forces of momentum and balance — in short, must
possess the basic fundamentals — strength, muscle coordination, and certain
scientific knowledge.

D. WoHRNA, Soph. 1.

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A Poultry Factory

THIS summer I worked at one of the most highly mechanized poultry
plants, the Spring Hill Farms, located about one and one half miles
above Cockeysville off the York Road.

In the latest laying batteries it is literally true that you put the feed
in and the eggs come out. All rooms are air conditioned throughout the
year and the windows are painted red to prevent cannibalism on the part
of the fowls. Chickens are hatched, raised, and killed without touching
the ground and in many cases without seeing daylight.

The farm's aim is to be as nearly self supporting as possible. Eggs
produced in the Spring Hill Breeding House are hatched in Spring Hill
incubators (capacity 18,000 baby chicks per week). The babies are
transferred to the baby chick house. Here six men may handle as many
as 30,000 infants at once.

At the age of four weeks the roosters are separated from the pullets
and put in one of the four growing rooms. In these rooms 12 men may
handle 28,000 chickens. Pullets stay in the growing rooms till the age
of four months, but at eight weeks roosters are taken to the fattening
room.

Feed is mixed in what looks like an overgrown cement mixer run
by a 2 H. P. electric engine. When the chicks weigh two and one half
pounds, the broilers are sent through the killing plant. A book could be
written on the ultra-modern killing plant alone. There are facilities to
kill, pick, clean, and pack 6,000 chickens a day. Chickens are hung on a
conveyor. A man stabs each chicken in the neck to cut the jugular vein.
The conveyor carries the chicken into a tub of boiling water. On the
other side girls remove the long feathers of wings and tail. The chickens
then go through the drier. At the end of the drier they are dipped in
hot wax. WTien the wax dries and cools, girls strip the remaining feathers
merely by pulling off the wax. Efficiency plus.

The chickens are rinsed in clear water, taken from the hooks and
put into the first cold room. The temperature here remains around 30
degrees above zero. Here the viscera is removed, then the chickens go to
the first storage room (temperature 10°) where they remain for eight
hours until bodv heat is lost. They are kept in the second storage room,
temperature 30°, until shipments are made by refrigerated trucks to
Wilmington, Philadelphia, New York and even Boston, depending on where
best prices can be obtained. The dressed chickens are packed in ice, 100
to a barrel, and the average daily shipment is 3 500 to 4000.

Now to return to the pullets. At the age of four months the birds
are transferred to the laying batteries. These are long steel affairs, four

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feet wide, fifty feet long and six feet high divided into small cages. One
man may take care of as many as 10,000 laying birds. Feeding is by
motor driven conveyor belts. Eggs roll out of the cage to another con-
veyor and are gathered every two hours merely by standing at the end and
turning a crank. Flowing water in troughs is furnished night and day.
Individual laying records are kept and when a hen lays 250 eggs a year
she is transferred to the breeding house. Less productive hens are sent
through the killing plant. Industry pays even in such a plant.

Further results of efficiency are: a Diesel driven dynamo to supply
electricity, a fertilizer plant to dehydrate droppings. In the killing plant
the wax is recovered by remelting and straining the feathers. The feathers
are reduced in sulphuric acid in the fertilizer plant. Connected with the
plant is a 210 acre farm upon which much of the grain used is produced.
Spring Hill feed is ground and mixed in a mill owned by the Farms.

The entire plant cost about $300,000. The capacity is 200,000
chickens, chicks, broilers, and layers. Visitors are welcome and a man is
provided to guide them through the plant. Some Sunday afternoon drive
out and see this remarkable poultry factory.

C. M. FiSHEL, Jr. 7.

Revamping the Curriculum

The payment of taxes to schools can be justified on the grounds that
schools perform such services as will fit individuals for life. Society
makes constant demands upon education which necessitates a change in
curricula to suit current needs. The problems of American life are
numerous. In the main they consist of:

1. Provision of gainful employment to all who desire it

2. Problem of making available to all the benefits of contributions
of science, invention, industrial organization and medicine

3. Question of states' rights vs. federal authority

4. Problem of taxation

5. Dishonesty anu iix^xnciciicy in governmental activities

6. Scandal of crime

7. Hazard of war

8. Consumer education

"Most people are not aware of the increased importance of all these
problems and their significance for education and curriculum makers. Yet
for a hundred or more years, the leaders of great vision at least have fore-
seen that problems of the sort were certain to arise with increasing
complexity."

M. Cunningham, Sr.

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The Library At Your Service

Give It A Trial!

HE circulation of books in your library may interest you. The total
number of books circulating during October and November are
as follows respectively:

October November

Main Library 6968 6414

Annex ..,„. 9710 7742

Grand total 16,678 14,156

The types of books used most are as follows: Sociology (3 828),]
History (2138), Science (2129), Useful Arts (2047), and Philosophyj
(1294).

What do all these figures mean? They may be an indication of a
"wave of ambition. We hope so. We are confident they show that many
students still have the juvenile habit of waiting till night to study. Yet,
as prospective teachers we are relatively mature persons.

If you stop to think that for every book circulated there are three
stamps to be made and your library number to be copied, besides the
work of filing the cards, you will realize the volume of work you make
by carrying home many books each day. Every book you take out must
be handled three times when it is returned.

I summon you to stop — to think! You may say I had not thought
about that. Then, when are we going to start to think as teachers? 1
say now! If more reading was done in the library you could get better
service, not routine service, but real help and counsel. We have a
trained and experienced staff, and they want to help us if we will let
them. I have asked their advice and know.

We have a democratic college. Let's keep this institution democratic
by cooperation! If there are only two copies of a book, don't be a selfish
child; use it at your first opportunity and leave it for your fellow men.
This is a weakness of our whole society; you are educated; you are a
teacher, and can improve society. We shall all profit in the end, each
and every one of us.

B. ROYSTON.

q^(JgP

Douglas, Lloyd C, "Green Light". N. Y. Houghton Mifflin Co., 193 5.

"Do I need advice? Is there anything that's perplexing me? I wonder

if that was the correct thing to do?" If there was any doubt about any

of these things in Phyllis Dexter's mind, that young lady would not have

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allowed it to remain there long. She would promptly pay a visit to Dean
Harcourt, everybody's beloved friend and adviser.

Dean Harcourt was just the sort of person Newell Paige, a young
surgeon, needed. He wasn't called Newell Paige, however. He was
Nathan Parker, "a collector of books". You see, there had been an oper-
ation at which Paige had assisted his very old friend. Dr. Endicott. But
the operation hadn't been successful — the patient had died. Paige, over-
come by a sense of loyalty to his old friend, took the blame, departed, and
assumed a new name. But he wasn't happy — that is, not until he met
Dean Harcourt, and absorbed from this great mind a new philosophy —
a philosophy of the Green Light. "There are always disappointments, dis-
illusionments," explained the Dean. "You have suffered, but 3/07^ can
carry on tbrongh! Take it from me. 7 get the signal to go foriuardl I
have been delayed — long — long — but — at length — / get the Green Light!"

This isn't the kind of book you read, call "Swell", and let it go at
that. It's one that you want to refer to — one that you want to under-
stand and from which you learn. It contains adventure, excitement, love;
yet behind it all is the Dean's calm, beautiful voice saying, "I get the
Green Light!"

Gertrude Johns, Jr. 1.

Chase, Mary Ellen— 'T/j/s England"; N. Y. MacMillan Co., 193 6.
198 pp.

"The Weather" — "After a winter in any part of the British Isles the
American is no longer moved to pity the Pilgrim Fathers through
Mrs. Felicia Heman's moving description of Cape Cod in December."

"Manners" — "Three hundred years of a totally different environment and
development have set us apart from them; and this must be coupled
by the knowledge that each decade in their tight little island only
serves to make them more uncompromisingly what they are."

"Food" — "Make the toast on the table instead of the kitchen?" cried he.
"I never heard of such a thing! It may be done in America but not in
this country. Besides, the toast would be hot and hot toast for break-
fast is very indigestible."

"This Royal Throne of Kings" — "As her history has shown, England can
behead or dispose of a king as wisely as she can love or honour him.
Perhaps, indeed, in the very truth of this statement lies a goodly share
of the reason behind that love and honour."

"Sunday" — "London is supremely careless of the comforts or the pleasures
of her visitors on Sundays. If they are stupid enough to remain in
the town, they can take what the town offers, and little enough."

Mary "Washrurn, Sr.
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M. Ilin — "Turning ^ ight Into Day — the Story of Ligbt'mg." Translated

by Beatrice Kinkhead; Illustrated by N. Lapshin, J. P. Lippincot Co.

Philadelphia, London, 1936. $1.00.'

This book belongs to that rapidly growing collection which makes

social studies so delightful to children nowadays. It retells the steps in

the story of lighting from the time when bonfires were the only means

of illumination, to the present day, when electricity is commonly used.

It is an educational and useful book, interesting and well written. Facts

are stated in a clear, simple manner and the book gives a comprehensive

idea of the evolution of lighting. "Turning Night Into Day" contains

the original Russian illustrations.

Somewhat surprisingly, M. Ilin, whose real name is Ilia A. Marshak,
is a Russian author. He began his career as a chemist, but bad health
made him turn to writing. He has a literary background, and has always
been interested in studying. His wife is also a writer. They have a seven
year old daughter and a son.

M. Ilin has written .1 number of educational books. Among them
are, "What Time Is It? — the Story of Clocks", "Men and Mountains —
Man's Victory Over Nature", "100,000 Why's — a Trip Around the
Room", and "Black on White — the Stor)' of Books".

J. CuMMiNG, Soph. 7.

Pope, Nancy — "Wc Three''; Doubleday Doran and Compan\-, Garden
City, New York, 1936. 3 5 5 pp. S2.'50.

Nancy Pope startles you with the assertion that she and her parents
are unusual. In fact, they are universal favorites. From this place on she
holds you by some piece of lovable audacity, subtle humor, or unex-
pected beauty.

Miss Pope has written in an informal, easy style about everyday
happenings. Everybodv has had many of the same experiences, but few
can interpret them in such a significant way. The author also has the
precious gift of knowing how much to say.

The story is a picture of an ideal family life in its various moods.
It leaves the reader with the conviction that this is indeed a good world
and that it is the commonplace things that make it so.

M. McBride, Sr.

Hamsun, Knut — "Grou th of the Soil." (Translated from Norwegian.)

N. Y., Grosset and Dunlap, 1926. 276 pp.

This is the life story of a man of the wilds who rose in an elemental

strength and simplicity out of the very soil of Norway. We first meet

Isaak, a barge of a man with a great love for nature, trudging under the

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weight of a sack, in which is all his worldly possessions, to a kindlier spot
in which to settle. This is the beginning of his home, this is no-man's
place, but his.

He works untiringly and adds to his home as he is able. His needs
grow, along comes the woman to share his toil and raise his family. A
great love grows up between them. They both work hard, and as a
result prosperity comes, and a large estate is built up slowly, but not
without a terrific struggle and maiy^ conflicts.

Other settlers come, a settlement grows; they have friends and
neighbors. Civilization encroaches and leaves its mark on the next gener-
ation. The other settlers are tossed about on the sea of passion and
ambition; Isaak, the pioneer, remains as firm as a rock. He, the founder,
shows them the way of the soil. As a great critic said, "he remains a
ghost risen out of the past to point the way to the future."

This is truly an epic of the earth. There is a simple grandeur, a
sincere live beauty to this story, for it is based upon the elemental theme
that all things spring from the soil.

If you would like to meet Isaak, live with him and his friends, share
his sorrows and joys and see civilization grow from a tiny spark, read
"Growth of the Soil". Then, you'll know why the poet said, "Truth is
Beauty".

BOSLEY ROYSTON- St.

On A Bookshelf Then and Now

A daughter speaks:

I browsed among my mother's books one day.

Among old masters, seeking works of art.

I drew one out — behind Jane Austen lay

Keepsakes precious to a young girl's heart;

A fan, upon the sticks her partner's names,

A bow of ribbon, faded, yet still blue,

A valentine of long forgotten fame,

A miniature of "Jack", a flower or two.
A mother speaks:

I browsed among my daughter's books one day,

Among new masters, seeking modern art.

I drew one out — behind "New Woman" lay

Keepsakes precious to a young girl's heart;

A captain's shoulder bars, an old frat pin,

A riding-crop, some pictures of her pets,

A book called "Expert Golfing," one on Auction Bridge,

A Red Cross pin, a tin of cigarettes.

LORELLE HeADLEY.

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A Comparison :

Small Town Paper and College Periodical

OUR paper, our little country paper, "The Piedmont Herald",
seems drab and miserably provincial to strangers; yet we who
read it read in its lines an intimate story of life. It is the country
newspaper which brings together daily the threads of the town's life,
weaves them into something rich and strange, sets a pattern, directs the
loom, and gives the color to the warp and woof of time.

When the girl at the glove counter marries the boy in the wholesale
house, the news of their wedding is good for a forty-line notice, and the
forty lines in the country paper gives self-respect. Wlien in due course we
know that their baby is a twelve pounder named Grover or Theodore
or Woodrow, we have that neighborly feeling that breeds real democracy.
When we read of a death in the home we can mourn with those who
mourn. When we see the same two advancing to own a business and
belong to the country club we rejoice with them. Therefore, wherever
you may chance to pick up a little newspaper with the meager telegraph
service of a few thousand words; when you see its array of countryside
items; its interminable local stories; its tiresome editorials on the water-
marks of flood walls, the schools in Piedmont hill, or the crops, or city
printing, don't throw down the "contemptible sheet" with the verdict
that there is nothing in it, but read the little paper as a record of the
struggling, aspiring world of which you are a part.

Just as provincial as our county newspapers there has come into this
peculiar civilization, the small college monthly. The Tower Light is the
incarnation of the college spirit; it is, to a great degree, the mouthpiece
of the college. A college periodical is as honest as its college, as intelli-
gent, as kind, as brave as its college. And those curious phases of abnormal
psychology often found in men and women, wherein a dual or multiple
personality speaks, are found in colleges where many editorials voice the
babble arising from the disorganized spirits of the place.

But the beauty and the joy of our Tower Light and its little world
is that we who attend college know our own heroes. Who knows Murphy
from Chicago University? Only a few. Yet in Towson we all know Dr.
Tall. Who knows Grace Day at Columbia? One man in a thousand. Yet
in Towson who does not know Miss Scarborough, our trusted friend and
adviser for years. Princeton students pick up their periodical, "The
Tiger" and read with shuddering horrors of the misdemeanors of their
daily villain, yet read without that fine thrill that we have when we hear
that the college minx is campused again at Towson. For we all know
the poor child; we have listened to her episodes of Uncle Jack a score of

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times. And we take up our TowiiR Light with the story of her frailties
as readers who begin the narrative of an old friend's adventures.

Every issue of Tower Light brings some fresh and inspiring chapter
of these great adventures; the small boy-girl romances between the lines,
some budding into marriage and happiness; others drifting apart for new
conquests and friendships, seeking for the eternal mate and companion.

To its readers, the Tower Light is "life in the making".

LORELLE HeaDLEY.

Junior Class Song

Here's to Teachers College,

Our cherished Alma Mater,

We pledge thee

Loyalty.

As in praise we raise our voices

We'll strive to bring thee honor

As to the heights we soar.

Here's to Teachers College

Thy sons we'll always be!

We hope to make thee proud of us,

As we are proud of thee!

II
Flying colors gleaming,
For us they hold a meaning.
Clear and true, our hopes not few — our
Hearts with pride, are beaming.
The green may long be shining,
For silver is the lining.
Our own Teachers College,
With you we take our stand!
Our class will e'er be grateful
For thy guiding hand.
Music by Charles Haslup Words by Virginia Hagcrty

Sylvia Bcrnstien

Muriel, criticizing first her Geography Wind Map and then her size —
"Oh mv, I don't like my latitude."

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Daily Duds

Monday —

It was so cold on that stage I couldn't tell whether it was the North-
wind or my nerves that made my teeth rattle during our assembly, today.
But it's worth freezing to get a ringside seat like that on "the morning
after the week-end before". It's funny to notice the various methods that
students have for keeping awake or snatching a glance at a history book.
I know I didn't look like energy itself nor a page out of Vogue but I
was awake enough to notice the supply of new sweaters. The sweater and
skirt certainly has become the college girl's classic.

Tuesday —

We had a basketball game this afternoon. "We won. Hurray for our
side! I sat in the balcony for the first time and it was a swell chance to
look at clothes during "time-outs". Sweaters again. I noticed cardigans
may be worn buttoned up the back as well as the front. For interest as
well as economy the proud possessor of more than one twin sweater set
may have a harmonious jumble of inner and outer sweaters. Brown over
rust, yellow, green or white, and blue over red were the combinations
I could see from "way up thar".

Wednesday —

I sold tickets for the dance Friday night in the hall today. A style
show passed before me almost continuously for about fifteen minutes. A
few models were a bit out of style but you were bound to get the general
trend plus several new tricks. Everything from pearls to pigskin were
accessories for sweaters. I really think I should list the various ways of
wearing scarfs so I may fit them to any sweater and keep them from
getting monotonous. Some were knotted in front, some behind, some
on the side, and one was tucked under in the back of the sweater and
knotted in front. They were pinned in front with initial pins, bar pins,
animal pins, wooden pins, and one girl"' fastened hers with a bunch of
tiny elephants which she had collected over the summer and fastened
together. The word is "originality" when it comes to pinning. Look for
crazy pins and good looking pins, but the idea is to have them different
from everyone else's. Pearls add much to sweaters, much more than any
other beads I've seen. Another addition to "the classic", new this year, are
stiff white Buster Brown collars. They're most attractive and very
popular but it must be a job to keep them spic and span and you couldn't
wear them if they weren't. Narrow belts beautifully made with very
unusual fastenings harmonizing with, or more often matching the skirt or
scarf were pleasing additions which were noticed.

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THURSDA'i

Danced up in 223 today. With all the lovely colors which are avail-
able in wools and tweeds it seems tragic that more people don't take
advantage of showing off their clothes. Such colors as black and brown,
brown and dark blue, dark blue and green are such drab looking colors
together. Why not try certain shades of those colors and see how much
more effective they are as grey and brown, brown and bright or turquoise
blue, dark blue and bright green? And why some girls insist upon look-
ing like part zebra and part giraffe is more than I know. Plaids, circles,
and stripes have been much in demand these last two years in skirts,
sweaters, and jackets and can be used to make good looking outfits. But
deliver me from the walking circus!

Friday —

Our section had a party down in the Glen this afternoon and per
usual we had Hot Dogs, but we were ready for them after gym. Most of
the girls wore Tom Sawyer shirts under their sweaters with a triangle
scarf or a boy's tie. They're so comfortable and sporty looking. A couple
of the girls had dates afterwards and so thev brought blouses to school
and changed over in the dorm. Because they were wearing sport oxfords
their blouses were tailored silk ones.

Saturday —

Saturda)', but washday in the dorm for me. I washed one sweater and
hung two outside the window to air. I dampened cheesecloth and steamed
my skirts and they look as if they'd just come from the cleaners. My
collars and scarfs had to be washed and starched too. The whole morning
taken up just for washing and ironing not to mention sewing on buttons,
etc. I wouldn't mind so much if they'd only stay that way. But if you
want to look well you have to work and you just have to look well
because Morrison (ask any Junior who he is) says that a person who
takes no pride in his appearance is bordering on insanity.

Madame Roberta.

'•"Persons described are fictitious otherwise the name is listed here.
'•"Gertrude Tear has the elephant pin.

Confession

Although it may seem bold of me
To confess that you had hold of me
No magician with his tricks
Could put my heart in such a fix.

Mary Washburn.

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College Record
Ho-Hum

The Naval Academy has long served as heart interest for Baltimore
belles. M. S. T. C. is not without its recruits to the noble cause. Last
month you heard about Healy and Hunter and their prom trotting. The
Misses Helene White and Daurice Angulo (of Freshman fame) are
heavily laden with trophies of Annapolis. (When the girls get on the
scales they must deduct weight for buttons, pins, and anchors, especially
anchors.) By the way. Miss White also wears a West Point pin. Maybe
Christmas will decide the priority. Miss Belt went to the Navy-Army
game with bis parents which speaks well for Yvonne.

Since this noble number goes to press before the Christmas holidays
we cannot recount the finery of various types which we feel sure will be
donned after a season of gift giving. That should make an interesting
item later, eh?

The Seniors are planning another rip-roaring party. Huddles in the
hall reveal plans for what they are to eat. They'll exchanee gifts 'nevery-
thing. Muriel is giggling already in anticipation of a hilarious time.

Not to be outdone in New Year resolutions, the writers of this
column suggest for the reformed 1937 person:

The talking ability of Bob Goldstein, to him breathing is unnecessary;

The poise of the Mummers in their current successes;

The neatness of Betty Straining and Ruth Hunter;

The knack of speaking at length like Albert Greenfield;

The dancing feet of Paulene Mueller;

The stock of knowledge of Herr Professor Walther;

The infectious laughter of Miss Neunsinger;

The artistic talent of George Horn;

The musical genius of Sydney Baker;

The Badminton skill of Miss Blood;

And a little work on the Tower Light thrown in.

In order that the ladies may improve their technique during the
coming year we offer these suggestions given by the men of Northwestern
University.

Wear a delicate perfume; otherwise he's liable to think there's a
stray cat in your purse.

Be nice to the poor boy. After all it's his money.

Don't order milk when the others are having highballs. — Order coffee.

Don't take his fraternity pin too seriously. He doesn't.

Don't say "good-night" at 12:30 on a 1:00 o'clock night. He's
liable to say "goodbye" to you.

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Don't talk about the other fellows \\hen }ou're with him. Men are
funny about that.

Among our sophisticated parents at the Te-Pa-Chi Dance we found
Libby Blumenthal's Washingtonian, Royston and Pramschufer, Mollv
Hollander and a faithful swain, Isadore Seeman and a classmate, and
another Seeman with one of the Freshman fashion plates.

Miss Shearer had considerable difficulty keeping her tickets straight
for the last dance. To the admission price may be added 20c in phone
calls. Finally, the errant tickets turned up. Some one had taken them
for a joke.

Ask Miss Scarff about her chorus girl number.

Our attractive nurse of last year, "Miss Powers", who caused more
ailments than the dorm has had in a long time, came to visit us the
other day.

Who started the hair dance in the dormitory? I'll bet you begin earlier
next time. Miss Daniels was certainly well splashed.

What kind of rouge does Mr. Allers use? The girls would like to
know his beauty secret.

Mr. Samuel Miller still portrays Cyrano de Bergerac. Mr. Peelstein
was reading the pla}' during a Senior assembly. It must be contagious.

The Mutt and Jeff combination of the Freshman class is composed of
Schauer and Lauenstein.

Good things come in small packages. There are numerous small
packages in the group of underclassmen. Among them are the Dorothy
Snoopes and Sisk. Very easy on the eyes, too.

We have so few boys at the school that we resent engagements. No
fair, Lou!

Why does our best dressed Soph., B. G., make himself so scarce?
Maybe he plans to get a B. S. in three years.

The "Simpson affair" brought night "Extras" to Towson. Betty
Straining and Paulene Mueller were the bearers of tidings through the
sleeping halls at 11:45. The Sun sales went down considerably.

Eleanor Williamson was caught in the act of playing Santa Glaus.
What, no Christmas spirit. Miss Dief?

Dr. Dowell excused the Seniors from seminar one hour to take a nap.
Poor overworked dears.

Sarena Fried is engaged to an alumna's brother. This report has been
circulating for some time with the statement that their first "date" w^as
the Tower Light dance last year. That should serve as good publicity
for that occasion this year. We may have a slogan like this, "Come to
the Tower Light Dance and meet your future."

Miss Roach made a very fetching coronation hat from the cardboard
packings of a game she is giving for a Christmas gift. Mrs. Grempler, too,
had a becoming outfit for the presentation of the King.

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I am not sure, but I think it rained the night of the American U.
game. With the careful direction of Mr. Minnegan a number of gentlemen
lost their way and had to hire a cab to lead them to the college. The
meter ticked away and rolled up a fare of seventy-five cents.

Here are some popular songs of 1936. Do you remember tham?
In the Middle of a Kiss
Chasing Shadows
Blue Moon
Life is a Song
You Are My Lucky Star
With Every Breath I Take
Have you ever heard of "the Bader custom"? Her class always
sings Christmas carols the day before the holidays.

Happy New Year,

Ye Dirt Slingers.

Faculty Notes
Here and There

THE memory of the dinner given to Miss Scarborough just before
the College closed for the Christmas vacation still lingers.
Miss Scarborough retired from active work last June and this dinner
was a testimonial of the affection with which she is held by the members
of the staff and a tribute to the efficiency with which she carried on for
thirty years.

The dinner was given at the Blackstone Hotel on Charles Street.

The tables which were arranged in U-shape were decorated with
pink roses and snapdragons. Miss Scarborough, Dr. Tall, Miss Logan,
Miss Wiedefeld of the Department of Education, and Mr. Purdum, former
president of the Alumni Association of the State Teachers College occupied
seats at the head table.

Short poems were read by Miss Kestner, Mr. Podlich, Miss Groshans,
Dr. Crabtree and Miss Yoder.

Dr. Tall presented Miss Scarborough with an amethyst pin from the
faculty, "with love".

Miss Scarborough will continue her work as field secretary for the
Alumni Association of the College.

Mrs. Hathorne, formerly "Miss Jones" in the College, will not teach
at Hopkins University next summer unless her husband changes his
mind. If he doesn't, she will be very much missed!

The Christmas vacation proved a fine rest for Mrs. McNally whose
unfailing good humor, willingness and efficiency are an integral part of

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the machine which keeps the College going.

Dr. Tall recently talked at an educational meeting in Richmond,
Virginia.

Mrs. Stapleton was chairman of the lovely Christmas Assembly
which was held on Tuesday, December twenty-second.

Mrs. George Odell, formerly librarian at the College for thirteen
years entertained some members of the faculty recently. We remember
her as Miss Osborn.

Miss Adda Gilbert and Miss Merle Yoder each entertained at luncheon
in their respective homes.

Letters from Mrs. Elsa Giles Clark, formerly of the Campus School,
say that she believes that marriage surpasses teaching.

It is interesting to know that thirteen states may be claimed as the
birthplaces of members of the faculty of the College — Illinois, Kansas,
New York, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Virginia, In-
diana, Michigan, Maine, Ohio, and Maryland. Maryland naturally has the
larger proportion of teachers.

After a Merry Christmas in the places which they call "home". Miss
Scott has returned from Texas, Miss Prickett from Kansas, Miss Tansil
from Tennessee, Miss Roach from Connecticut, Miss Dougherty from
Pennsylvania, Miss Blood from New York, Mrs. Brouwer from Michi-
gan. The rest of the faculty made merry in the Free State or went away
for a day or so.

Instrumental Music

The last month of 193 6 was given over to the study of music by
Franck, Bizet and Dvorak. At the Christmas Assembly program the
orchestra played two of these compositions, Agnus Dei, by Bizet and
Prayer, by Franck. Compositions by Bizet and Franck afford an inter-
esting contrast. Bizet is influenced by his interest in the dramatics,
Franck by his years of experience in the organ loft. Thus the Agnus
Dei, though sacred in theme, is reminiscent of the theatre, while the
Prayer suggests the fervent outpouring of the spirit.

With the opening of 1937, we turn our attention to coming pro-
grams and to lighter music by Victor Herbert, and Moszkowsky.

During Miss Prickett's absence at the meeting of the National School
Orchestra Association, the sectional rehearsals were in charge of Sydney
Baker and Charles Haslup. Elwood Beam had charge of the general
rehearsal.

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Overtones From The Glee Club

One of the privileges and pleasures of the Glee Club members is
presenting programs for groups outside the school. On December 8 the
Glee Club gave a program for the teachers of Anne Arundel County at
Glen Burnie, Maryland. A special feature of the evening was an Alumni
quartet. The audience was very appreciative. Money which we received
for this performance will be added to a fund for vestments.

On December 22 we gave a concert for a group of parents and
teachers this time held at the William S. Baer School. Christmas music
was the theme for the evening.

The National Capital In and About Club composed of music teachers
of the District of Columbia, Maryland, and Virginia will hold a meeting
at the College on February 5. The Glee Club will furnish many songs
for this occasion atout which we shall tell you more later.

Doris Burtnett, Jr. 1.

The Music Problem In America

I am greatly disturbed by the attitude that a vast majority of
American people have taken toward classical music. Because of this I
have on numerous occasions entered into heated discussions to espouse
the music of the centuries.

Very recently, I was attending a movie in which Leopold Stowkoski
and the world renowned Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra appeared.
From the very moment that the orchestra struck its first tone until the
last there existed within the theatre a general feeling of discontent.
Immediately following, Benny Goodman and His Swingsters, probably
as reputed in the jazz field as Stowkoski in the classical, filled the air with
a modern dance tune. The previous atmosphere of moans and sighs was
converted into one of pleasant relaxation. Obviously within musical art
there exists a conflict. Although classical music has been universally pro-
claimed, America has conceded the upper edge to jazz.

In the light of this evidence one who is extreme and radical in his
thinking might say that America is barbaric and primitive. Since the
writer is not prejudiced against jazz music, and grants his readers that
jazz music merits praise, he believes that he has treated the situation in a
very liberal manner.

Idealistically jazz music depicts American life. In it is manifested
American gaiety and joviality. Yet is it fair that America should degrade

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the finest of all our arts? Why should both classes not be of equal signifi-
cance? We, as future teachers, and a most influential group of people,
should strive to fulfill the duties of our profession. In doing this, we
shall be obliged to create within those whom we teach sufficient judgment
so that they will realize both classical and jazz music have something in
common and that both should be made a part of American life.

S. J. Baker, Fr. 7.

Christmas Parties In The Sections

Persons laden with bundles — square, oblong, round, triangular, all
gaily wrapped, made their way through the halls. Where did these mys-
terious packages go? They went to the section parties, of course, where
both faculty and students carefully and fearfully unwrapped their pack-
ages and saw themselves as others see them, through cleverly chosen char-
acteristic gifts — gifts which ranged from brick houses to fly swatters.

Y. W. C. A. Christmas Party

Small socks and large socks all found their way to the Y. W. Social
on Thursday night, December 19. After a number of hilarious games
Santa Claus appeared with his pack and gave to each and everyone of us
a sock filled with a peppermint candy cane and a tangerine. Songs of
Christmas and of Jolly Saint Nicholas resounded through the halls as we
returned joyfully to our rooms.

Rural Club Christmas Hour

The Rural Club held their annual Christmas Hour on Thursday
evening, December 19, in Richmond Hall Parlor. The program consisted
of Christmas stories and Christmas music. Members of the club remem-
bering such programs from previous years' attended with real Christmas
spirit and were not disappointed in their expectations.

For those interested in The Horace Mann conference at Antioch, the
N. E. A. Journal for December, 1936, is an excellent reference.

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Sports

Soccer Notes

The Maryland Collegiate Soccer Champions were guests of the
School at a victory dinner on Wednesday, December the 2nd. Miss Tall,
Miss Tansil, and Mr. Minnegan gave brief talks. The team members
selected the championship medal award.

The dominant note of the championship team should not be for-
gotten. Cooperation, team spirit, and driving fight marked the group as
a team. Team work means sacrificing selfish interests for the good of all.
It means playing for the team rather than for self. It means an absence of
stars, and an integration of players. This spirit brought to our school the
Maryland Collegiate Championship even in the face of many handicaps.

No authority gave the team an outside chance of winning, however
through the season, the team defeated every recognized college team in
the state, and suffered no defeats. Western Maryland who tied Penn State,
the Eastern Intercollegiate Champions, was defeated 4 to 1 when she was
at the height of power. The Western Maryland team lost many players
after the Army and Penn State games. Salisbury Teachers, University
of Maryland, and Hopkins fell before the spirited Teachers. The calibre
of these teams is equal to any in the United States. The team, and the
student body is indeed proud of the season's success.

The fame of our team has spread far beyond our College walls. Its
fine work has brought an invitation to join the National Inter-collegiate
Soccer Association.

Basketball

Have you ever considered the difficulty of our basketball schedule?

The basketball team has been battling through a hard schedule against
heavier, larger, more experienced teams than usual. There are two types
of teams played:

1. The large colleges, and universities with unusually powerful,
experienced athletes. These schools are far out of our class.

2. The smaller colleges with strong teams but fewer large and
experienced players. This competition is closer to our range.

At present almost half of our games are played with schools in the
first classification. It is probable that this percentage is unknown to the
whole student body. The team deserves credit for its courage and readi-
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such teams on even terms for half a game but lack of enough players
usually prevents a close game throughout.

Against such competition, every player has been "popping up" with
some spectacular play. It is indeed thrilling to watch the team "steal"
the ball, "tie up" a big opponent, snatch "rebounds", and toss lightning
like "assists" to cutting shooters.

The interest of the student body at the afternoon games has been
most gratifying to the team. The nigh perfect work of the first half
when the Teachers outplayed the powerful University of Baltimore team
might be due to the inspiration of fine student body support. There are
many more home games in the afternoon. The team promises to furnish
even greater demonstrations of fine team play.

THROW INS
Soccer

I wonder?

If "Putty Hill" or "Pewee" Smith have been able to find that town
called "Junction" on the map?

If "Farmer John" Wheeler learned to leap by chasing rabbits?

If "Pinky" has gotten over the fact that Glen Burnie won the State
High School Championship?

Where Jake received the spark that set him going in the Maryland
game?

Who had the biggest appetite on the soccer team?

Whether certain players have been back to see "Simon Simone"
from Salisbury?

If "Ham" has forgotten the Salisburv eame?

REBOUNDS
Basketball

I wonder?

Whether the basketball team beat the soccer team in flat tire per-
centages?

How Frank felt fixing that tire on the way to Elizabethtown?

If Bob has found out what that stuff was in the field, from Farmer
John?

How the basketball te.im rates a taxi escort to show them around
Washington?

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If a certain member of the basketball team spoke out of turn?
Whether Bob carries a horseshoe on those long shots?
If anyone knows how much fun the J. V.'s have tossing each other
around?

Badminton

Your opponent bats the bird across the eye-high net with all the
power he has. It whizzes at you like a bullet, then suddenly halts, hovers
like an autogyro and finally drops like a plummet at your feet. That's
Badminton!

Historians of the game agree it started among the British Army
officers in India some time in the late "60's". The exact circumstances
of its origin are a little obscure now, but the most colorful as well as the
most widely accepted theory is that it started by batting back and forth
a champagne cork to which had been attached a ring of peacock feathers.

The first regular Badminton court was built at Poona, India, in 1873
and the game was introduced to England in the same year. It reached
the U. S. via Canada.

A dozen years ago there were less than a score of Badminton players
in Baltimore. Last year there were some 5,000. By next spring there
should be 10,000.

Its rapid rise to popularity is probably due to the fact that of all
the racquet games — tennis, squash, ping-pong, etc., it is the quickest game
to learn and the game in which the player can most rapidly develop
medium ability. To ofiFset that, it is one of the hardest games in which
to develop real expertness. But that doesn't bother the beginner. He is
content to bat the bird around, swing his arms until they're tired, dash
around the court until his legs won't hold him up and then stumble to
the showers, satisfied that he has had a real work-out.

The Athletic Association has purchased Badminton. Already it has
been introduced in several Physical Education classes where it was played
with great enthusiasm. It is here for your use. Will you be one of that
great throng of 10,000 Baltimoreans playing Badminton in the spring?

B. Straining, Sr.

Freshman: "I don't know."
Sophomore: "I am not prepared."
Junior: "I don't quite remember."

Senior: "I don't believe I can add any constructive ideas to what
has already been said."

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The Athletic Assemblies

The hrst Athletic Association Asscmbl)- of the year was held De-
cember 3, to present awards.

Miss PauHne Mueller, president of the A. A., opened the assembly by
explaining the point system. She urged all to attend basketball electives
and enjov the opportunities afforded. From the activity fees additional
equipment for archery and badminton was purchased. Now these sports
are being introduced into the school.

Miss Schnebly told of her experiences in an archer}' tournament. Miss
Straining informed us of the increasing popularity of badminton. Mr.
Minnegan reviewed the soccer record and the tentative plans for basket-
ball season.

Dr. Tall then presented the following awards: — Three letters and
four numerals to the girls; two gold stars, seven black stars and eight
letters to the men.

Miss Mueller expressed the need of a new Athletic Song. The A. A.
is sponsoring a contest the winner of which will receive a college letter.
Until then she suggested that everyone "Stand Up and Cheer".

Louise Firey.

A Freshie's Reaction To Her First Sport

"Oh come on and go out for basketball," my room mate said, "it's
lots of fun!" And I thought to myself, "Why I'd be mortified to death,
a great big girl like me leaping for a basket; everyone will laugh."

However as I wanted to try everything once, three o'clock found
me in my athletic suit and on my way to the gym.

Naturalh' I made many comical and absurd blunders. But did I
hear stifled laughter or muftled criticism? No, everyone was verv con-
siderate of me. On that eventful day there was much excitement too —
the ball circled the rim of the basket, while we held our breath awaiting
the outcome. Maybe this was an everyday occurrence to the old members,
but to me it was an unusual happening.

At the end of the hour I was panting for breath but how exciting
and enjoyable basketball is!

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State Teachers College

TOWSON, MARYLAND

CONTENTS

Page

Wings to Far Horizons 3

Hobbies Have Tales 4

Play Shopping J

Let's Be Original 6

McGuflfey's Eclectic Readers 7

Old Glass 9

The Play's the Thing 11

Photography is My Hobby 12

Bay Fishing 13

Socially Undesirable? 1 )

On Pipes 17

Writing Poetry 18

Sir Herbert Ames' Address 20

Women on Juries 2 1

Monthly Review 22

The Library — At Your Service 24

Editorial 2 9

Assemblies 3 1

College Record 3 3

Advertisements 47

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Vol. X FEBRUARY, 1937 No. 5

Wings to Far Horizons

Many people are fortunate in having their careers and avocations
as synonymous things. For these, hving is a steady pursuit of a field
for which there is felt an intense interest. Unfortunately, not all have
acquired this happy state, and for them there must be a zestful follow-
ing of something aside from everyday drudgery. The interest may not
necessarily be a physically active one; with my eyes I may follow the
winged flight of a bird and feel the exhilaration of its passage. The
mind and spirit have been a-wing just as surely as if the body had been.

To the reader, a book with imaginative stimulus may open vast
horizons for conquest. If I have seen the beauty of the ballet, and yet
am incapable of self expression, I may read the great history of the
Russian Imperial Ballet in Nijinsky", or "Ballet Profiles", or "The Flight
of the Swan", which relates the life of the greatest of all dancers, Anna
Pavalova.

My reading does not limit me to one field and thus it is that I
may turn from the intricacy of choregraphy to the thirst and lore of
travel. I may go canoeing in British Columbia with old explorers, or
talk with the natives on the Tibetan Highlands. And truly I can say
that dancing and travel are my hobbies.

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Hobbies Have Tales

ONI-: needs nu entree to the faculties' diaries to become aware that
the teachers of Towson State Teachers College are pottery minded.
"I never pretend to be above having and indulging a Hobby", con-
fided Madame d'Arblay in her Diary in 1768, and this faculty of the
twentieth century also talks of hobbies with enthusiasm.

And why not I A tiny bowl in a certain college office bears mute
testimony to its beauty loving owner whose face lights up as she relates
the story of its purchase in a shop in Holland. In a home on the campus
are several fine pieces of Rookwood which occasionally have been brought
over to the college for the enjoyment of the students. One faculty
member is studying with a potter in order to learn how to assemble a
kiln, so that you may have a pottery hobby to talk about.

Many countries are represented in the fine ceramics collection of
another member of the faculty. Wedgewood from England, and fine
pieces picked up in quaint little villages in Sweden, Denmark, Italy,
Germany, Ireland, and Spain delight the hearts of beauty-loving students
in her classes. Some day this collector may write about ceramics but
not English ceramics! Her real hobby is American pottery, especially
the crude old pieces first made in colonial times. How many tales she
can tell of her treasures — Newcomb from New Orleans, Roseville from
Ohio, Jugtown from North Carolina, Dedham from Massachusetts,
VanBriggle from Colorado, and Camark and Niloak from Arkansas!
The collecting of these beautiful pieces from far and near is as fascinat-
ing to her as the writing of poetry was to Lizette Woodworth Reese.

This collector has made pottery too. To see the clay change in
her hands or on her potter's wheel from a shapeless mass of white to
a form of good lines is a tale of magic. The change from white to
delicate pink or yellow by the baptismal fire of the kiln is to her a
continual surprise, but to watch the glazed clay as it goes into the kiln
the color of glass and comes out in endless varieties of color — that is
one of her joyous tales that interests others in the pottery hobby.

I wonder if she would listen to my story of the primitive Bybee
pottery in the mountains of Kentucky. Does she know of the exhibit
of contemporary American ceramics that has just crossed the sea to be
welcomed in Copenhagen, home of the Royal Porcelain Factory since
1775.-* The works of living potters were assembled for the exhibit by
the Syracuse Museum of Fine Arts, partly in recognition of the faa
that ceramics ranks fourth in American industries and is now a distinct
contribution to the world's art, but more particularly in honor of Ade-

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laide AIsop Robine^ of Syracuse, maker of wonderful high fire por-
celain. What a tale that journey will be!

Men used this commonest of material thousands of years ago.
So it is used in Mexico today. Of its artists Ibanez writes, "Nowhere
has the love of men towards earth become more beautifully manifested
than here". Have you ever seen the Mexican designs.'' Wouldn't Mex-
ican pottery make a fine hobby.''

This oldest of the crafts has gained in interest to Americans since
Marie Martinez of Santa Fe mixed her bluish white powder with reddish
brown clay from the Black Mesa and molded bowls each day before
eager eyes at the Chicago Exhibition.

In my office is an Indian bowl made by a little girl of Marie's tribe
(the San Ilde fonso) , who sold it to me on my way up to Taos. Come
in and let me tell you about it.

Truly potter's clay is a hobby with many tales.

Jane E. Joslin.

Play - shopping

HAS not everyone at some time borrowed (without consent) one of
mother's sheets and fixed up a stage? There are very few of us
who have not aspired to be either a Bernhardt or a Barrymore.
But amateur acting is not limited to the two pin admission group. Barn-
storming groups of adults have sprung up all over the United States.
Perhaps you think that you have outgrown the age where you can don
a costume and parade the boards. I am glad to admit that I have
not.

You may ask where I find encouragement to continue amateur act-
ing? I am a member of the Play Shop Jr. Do not be misled by the
word "Junior". There is nothing "sissified" about our group. You
too would have to admit this if you saw our football carriers. But to
return to our purpose; to have a children's theatre in Baltimore where
children's plays can be produced. The plays are enacted under the guid-
ance of the Seniors, who do the main work, with the support of the
younger children who compose the Junior group.

In a group of this kind there is great diversification of interests
and I can assure you that everyone has his pet hobby. There are costume
designers, scenery designers, music directors, dance directors, make-up

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men, prop men, stage managers, script writers, playwrights, — and every-
one acts. Yes, everyone acts from "One-man Mack", who takes at least
eight parts, to me, who might take two parts.

So you see how childhood's attempt has grown more finished than
can be imagined. Interest, teamwork, and companionship have estab-
lished "The Play Shop, Jr." which is the natural termination of the
child's desire "to put on a show".

Betsy Ehrhardt, Soph. 2.

Let's Be Original

A FRIEND of mine came rushing up to me one day exclaiming, "Oh,
I have finally learned how to knit, but I don't know what to
make. I must knit something. "Will you help me?" Since my
hobby and pastime is knitting and has been for several years, I have
received many such requests, but none so urgent as this. Having myself,
used the Handicrafter several times, I took my impatient friend to the
library, and we looked through several numbers of the magazine. We
decided that one of the sweaters we saw there was very suitable. My
friend borrowed the magazine and used it until she had finished her
sweater. If the library can be so helpful to one individual, it can cer-
tainly help many more if they will but use it.

Upon investigation, I have found many more aids for individuals
interested in handicrafts. For designs for tapestry, samplers, basketry,
rugs, weaving, and quilting, there are Applied Art by Lemos, Design in
Theory and Practice by Batchclder, and Industrial and Applied Art by
Bash. Homespun Handicrafts by Lea Shannon Bowles includes designs
and many helpful suggestions for all of the above mentioned crafts
with suggestions for knitting and crocheting. For anyone interested in
carpentry, there is a very helpful book by A. Neely Hale called Home
Handicrafts for Boys. In addition to the Handicrafter. the magazine de-
partment offers Design. School Arts. Grade Teacher, and Good House-
keeping, all of which are very helpful. We have all of these aids at our
fingertips; why don't we use them more? Come on girls, let's use our
library and make something different.

Virginia Morgan, Soph. 7

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"McGuffey's Eclectic Readers"

PERHAPS it seems odd to a readet of this month's Tower Light that
"McGuffey's Eclectic Readers" should be included in a list of
hobbies. Yet that is just what they are to some people — those who
as children during the decades between I860 and 1900 read them.
These readers have become such a hobby with some people that they
have formed clubs, and at regular meetings they read, recite, and de-
claim from the famous readers. On May 29, 1923 the first of these
clubs was incorporated in Columbus, Ohio. Since then others have
been organized in other parts of the country, until there is one in prac-
tically every state in the Union. On May 4, 1932, the fifty-ninth anni-
versary of Dr. McGuffey's death, these clubs held meetings in his honor.

While Dr. William Holmes McGuffey was a professor at Miami
University, he lived in a house just off the university campus. Here
he tested the lessons for his "Little Readers" on his own children and
those of the neighbors. Thus he worked for over ten years. In 1836
he sent the First, and in 1837 the Second, the Third, and the Fourth
of his famous texts to the publishers. These were the originals in the
Eclectic Readers Series. In 1841 a Fifth reader, with the assistance of
his brother, was compiled; and in 1851 a Sixth reader. Revisions of
these books enabled them to meet the changing demands of the school
for many years. In 1901 the last revision was copyrighted. Within a
few years these books were being widely read in thirty-seven states, and
in a few more years they were the exclusive textbooks in twenty-seven
states. For about fifty per cent of the children of the United States
during the last half of the nineteenth century, these readers were their
only taste of literature. Some of the aphorisms and fables have become
so ingrained in American culture that many people feel as if they were
born with them. The story of George Washington's honesty about the
cherry tree is an example of such a story. Many famous references like
Theodore Roosevelt's "Meddlesome Matties" may be traced to these
readers. The readers, teachers of moral lessons, had only one big fault —
the numerous selections dealing with death and dying. During the de-
cades between I860 and 1900, the outstanding feature of American
education was the Reader. New England, part of the Pacific Coast, and
after the Civil War, the South, were the only sections of the country
where the "McGuffey Eclectic Readers" were not in general use. The
"McGuffey" vogue lasted from the time of Van Buren's presidency to
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an opportunity for distinct ethical teaching, the lessons they teach bear
directly and positively upon the formation of character.

Dr. David Swing of Chicago considered these books so valuable,
that he said one time that he wished that instead of having been forced
to memorize the boundaries of every state in the Union, he had been
forced to memorize the whole of the McGuffey Readers. Since the
people who were taught from these readers have formed clubs, a Mc-
Guffey Museum has been established at Miami University, Oxford, Ohio;
with Dr. Harvey C. Minnich, dean of their Teachers College as its head.
A McGuffey Memorial Volume composed of extracts from the readers
was made. Among those making the selections for the volume were
Dr. John W. Studebaker, the present Commissioner of Education in the
United States, and Mr. Henry Ford, the automobile magnate. In Sep-
tember 1934, Mr. Ford went to Ogunquit Park, in Wheeling, West
Virginia. The director of the park told him about a simple cottage
which lay about sixteen miles from the park. The cottage had a dirt
floor which was badly in need of repair. There was a mortgage due on
the surrounding farm, and the old couple who lived in the cottage were
to be evicted. The director also told Mr. Ford of an old book he had
found in the parlor. Upon examination, the book proved to be a Bible
which had been used in Scotland in the seventeenth century. In this
Bible there was record of the McGuffey family, including William Holmes
McGuffey's birth. Mr. Ford immediately went to the cottage. Within two
weeks, the mortgage had been paid, and the cottage had been bought.
Soon a new house was built for the old couple. The cottage was taken
to Dearborn, Michigan. In the fall of 1935, a tablet was erected on the
farm and appropriate ceremonies were held celebrating the birth of Dr.
McGuffey. Mr. Ford was the principal speaker at these ceremonies. So
you see, odd as it may seem, readers are some peoples' hobbies.

R. Phillips. Soph. 2

Did You Know

That the "Christian Science Monitor", an international daily news-
paper, has been given to us for six months by the Christian Science
Publishing Society? If at the end of that time it is found that we are
making use of it, thev will continue this privilege. This newspaper is
well written and will be especially useful in your World Today Courses.

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Old Glass

EVERYONE should have some hobby; everyone should have an avoca-
tion that stimulates the mind and body, that provides for the in-
quirer either a wealth of knowledge or a desirable pastime. My
hobby is collecting old glass. The person may collect for varied motives.
Some love old things merely because they are old; others care to have
only articles that are beautiful, whether old or new; and still others
are interested in anything beautiful or ugly, which forms a link in the
history of an industry, a nation, or the human race. The character of a
collection depends upon the motive that actuates the collector. What-
ever basis of glass selection you may choose, you will be able to enjoy
your collection more intelligently if you know more than the surface
facts about it.

When you come to consider the collecting of old glass, one of the
most discouraging things to be faced is the number of frauds and fakes.
In the presence of the pontil mark, a rough scar, found on the base of
old blown glass after it had been broken from the pontil rod, which
enabled the workmen to hold the glass securely while finishing the top,
collectors used to place their trust. This is no longer an infallible test.
The form of the foot in drinking glasses is a means of identifying
old pieces. It is generally large, the diameter being equal to that of
the bowl, and it is conical or domed. On a genuine piece the wear shows
evenly, coming from use and moving about. Most of the old glass was
less clear and brilliant than the modern, having many tiny bubbles in
it. Old glass lacks the sharpness of new and has a feeling of softness.

It seems hard to realize that the glass which we consider an absolute
necessity was one of the great luxuries in the early days of the settlement
of this country. For general use dishes were fashioned of wood or
pewter and oiled paper or wooden panels were the substitutes for window
glass. Fortunate indeed was the possessor of a glass bottle or a bit of
window pane. The need for glass became so acute that the colonists
finding it nearly impossible to obtain it by import were forced to attempt
its manufacture in this country. In 1607 at Jamestown, Virginia the
first glass blowing furnace was erected and only bottles were made.
When glass making was seriously attempted in America, has not been
definitely settled but all authorities agree that Salem, Massachusetts was
early in the field having glass works there in 1683 which operated suc-
cessfully until 1670 when they were finally closed for lack of capital.

Many other glass works were later started in various parts of Penn-
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industries. Then various articles were made for lighting purposes; candle-
sticks, and all kinds of lamps in which were burned lard, tallow grease,
and oils. The early lamps of the better class had two wicks instead of
one. Then glass knobs for furniture, mirror supports, and curtain hold-
backs were made.

The average collector who loves his glass for its own beauty, the
pleasure he had in finding it, and the delight of possession does not
concern himself too deeply as to where it was made.

One of the most attractive aspects of glass collecting is the oppor-
tunity it offers for combining utility with pure enjoyment of color and
form. Old pieces are being taken out of the employment for which
they were designed and raised to positions of great honor. For instance,
bowls used long ago and made for dairy or kitchen use arc now gracing
our tables, filled with flowers that harmonize with the clear tints of
their substance.

Whatever the collection may be, it possesses potentialities of end-
less delight. There is a fascination in trying to identify each piece; to
learn who the maker was, if possible, to pick up bits of romantic his-
tory connected with the various owners who had it before it came into
your possession. Above all, there is the joy of having always at hand
things that are in substance and form beautiful; interesting things from
which no amount of familiarity can take the magic and the mystery that
are a part of old glass.

Catheriniz N. Cook

Skating In The Moonlight

The air was keen, the earth frozen to a hard crispness; the cold, round
moon came peeping over the horizon, casting its yellow beam over the
surface of the mirror-like pond. The rhythmic sound of the skaters as
they glided swiftly over the ice, echoed through the moon-tipped trees of
the forest. Through the branches of the leafless willow trees that bordered
the side of the pond, the smoke of a small fire curled like fumes from a
large incense burner. The moon rose to its height, the rays caught the
steel blades of the numerous skaters, made them look like long silver
knives cutting the ice. Gradually, two by two, the merry skaters departed.
The embers of the fire glowed feebly, and the moon continued to keep
silent watch over the skaters' paradise.

C. Paula.

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The Play's the Thing

WHEN I was asked to prepare an article on my avocation, I was
confronted with the task of deciding what part of this vast
field to cover. Finally I decided to touch lightly upon the stage
in general.

My interest in the drama has led me not only to the art of walking
upon a stage and delivering lines, but also has made me acutely inter-
ested in literature, human nature, writing, music, and painting, for all
the arts are inseparably united. The world's literature presents to the
dramatist a rich and exhaustless store from which to draw his plots
and themes. After picking his plot or theme, the student of hterature
becomes the student of human nature and works out, in outline, the
human angles and elements of his theme. Then, he dons the toga of
the writer, and the dialogue and action of the play takes shape under
his flying pen. While writing, he sometimes finds that music can do
more to put him in the mood of the situation than anything else. Let
us assume that the play has been written, sold, and production has
started. Generally, the work of the writer is then finished, but occa-
sionally we have a figure such as Noel Coward, who writes, directs,
produces, and acts his parts.

Now that production has begun, the writer has become a director-
actor and shouldered his many problems. It is now that his knowledge
of painting is of value, for scenery is to be painted, set furnishing ar-
ranged, lighting effects to be arranged, and costumes to be decided on,
requiring a knowledge of balance, color harmonies, and color blending.
Then, in the role of an actor all his accumulated knowledge of music,
speaking, human nature, and literature must be utilized in order to give
an intelligent performance. However, no one actor is a Walgner, a
Webster, an O'Neill, a Rembrandt, and an Anderson rolled into one.
In the case of many of our finest actors, they will have a working knowl-
edge of them all, but be master of only one or two.

Let us nov/ leave the realm of the professional and semi-professional
and briefly see the benefits received by those who have had some dra-
matic training. His speech will, perhaps, be the most benefited. The
good actor will never be guilty of sloppy pronunciation and enunciation.
His voice will, rather, be clear, resonant, and beautiful to the ear, and
his every word spoken in a way that makes the speaker stand out
from the crowd. Next, his bearing will, as a rule, be almost noble, his
movements generally, poised and graceful. The above mentioned bene-
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the man chat only he can sec or feel. If he has taken his stage work
seriously, his appreciation of music, poetry, painting, and literature will
have become a vital part of his existence. A different note is here in
order. Stage work and training can not give to the person with a bad
voice, a golden tone; with faulty habits of speech, a perfect speech; with
little talent, a Da Vinci. The drama is a human force, one can't ex-
pect miracles. However, it can do much to improve and correct our
faults.

I leave with you these thoughts. First, if you think the reward is
worth the price of hours of work, of heartaches, and of sacrifice, take
up amateur dramatics. It is only fair to say that once you think seriously
of the stage, nothing else will satisfy you. Secondly, all the stage is
not applause and glamour. For every hour spent before the audience,
ten hours are spent in preparation. Lastly, when you next see a play,
think briefly on the years of experience and preparation, as well as the
weeks of intensive work that has preceded the performance you are
comfortably witnessing.

S. Miller. Fr. 7.

Photography is My Hobby

Oh! Look at that streak of light! O-o-oh and there's another! What
shall I do? This is positively humiliating. Here I am ruining
my first roll of panchromatic film. Such were my thoughts when
I discovered that I was not developing my film in absolute darkness as
stated in the directions. However, the pictures were a success. At home
I do my developing and printing in a closet that is about five feet by
two and one-half feet. It is not the developing and printing that is
work but getting ready to do it. Measuring the solutions, raiding the
refrigerator for ice cubes in the summer, to keep the solution at the
proper temperature, borrowing a light blub — sometimes two — from one
of the lamps, are some of the things to be done in preparation for
work. But worse than that is putting away the things after finishing
the work. The climax is the c]ucstion, "Who took the bulb out of this
lamp?"

Naturally, I haven't mastered the art of developing and printing
but I do get results that aren't too bad. Many people have the idea
that all you need to do to get a good snapshot is to click the shutters.
I once thought that too, but have learned otherwise by experience. Today,
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see snapshots of telephone wires, bridges, buildings, etc., taken from
an unusual angle so as to make an interesting picture. Ho vever, I think
it is more fun to take pictures of my friends. Yet, I do find myself
wondering as to just how you could get an interesting picture of the
legs and undersides of chairs and a table. Someday I may try it. At
least, if I fail, the chairs and table would not be able to say, "But that
doesn't look like me", or "Please, promise you won't let anyone see that."
Seriously, though, photography is interesting in that it takes head and
hands to make of it a worthwhile hobby.

L. Graybeal, Fr. 8

Bay Fishing

SURELY my ears were deceiving me — "Say, how would you like to go
on a fishing trip with me tonight and tomorrow.?" "Cousin, I
am as good as gone", I stammered, "but where are we going?"
"Delaware Bay", he answered. Bay fishing — at last one of my long
hoped-for opportunities had come true.

That night at eleven o'clock, I was traveling toward my destination.
About four o'clock the next morning an auto full of hopeful fishermen
arrived at Bowers Beach, Delaware, a fascinating little village. House
after house, all gray, rested solidly and peacefully upon its upright cement
pillars. It was a hustling hour for these shore folk. Numerous parties
of men, and some women, stalked over the crunching sand and pebble
paths, tramped up and down the rattling boardwalk to await the signal
to board a boat. Some few gathered around the weather-boarded food
stand, hastily drinking cofi^ee or masticating a "hot pup". The chatter-
ing of voices indicated that the men who had returned from the bay
had not brought a large catch — the wind was too strong and the water
too rough. A large crowd gathered around the supplies building where
the fish were brought in. Here the first of the morning's catch had been
counted and displayed. Many an eager soul glanced enviously at the
silvery, scaly "whoppers", each hoping to bring in some bigger ones.

"Sol" began to appear above the horizon, and this seemed to be
a signal for the boats to begin moving out of the cove into the bay.
We carried our supplies aboard a forty-foot boat and soon the putter-
ing motor was taking us out into the rougher water. Captain Walker
said, "I'm afraid it's going to be pretty rough boys, but you'll catch
some fish and certainly several sharks". Everyone of us was so enthusi-
astic about the idea of who would catch the biggest fish and the first
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evident we were "in for a beating". The tossing boat slid dizzily down
the hissing walls of gray-green water advancing upon it. We were in
a wave-tossed wilderness, each giant instrument of nature destined to
bury the man-made contrivance of wood. "Captain" looked straight
ahead, only occasionally glancing upon the tossing horizon, as the boat
rode to the foaming crests, trembled there on the wave-top an instant
before tobogganing down in the trough below. He had experienced
such waters before — we hadn't.

After we had gone about three miles out from shore, the boat
was anchored and each of us baited our hooks, then dropped the lines
into the water. Every man waited patiently for a strike. Occasionally
the other men would pull in a large hard head or a trout, but I waited on.

I had not minded being battered about until now. I felt weak and
giddy. "Eddie", I said, "how does it feel when you are seasick?" "I
think you already know", he replied. By this time I could agree with
him. It was my first experience of being seasick. Shyly I gazed around
at the rest to see how they were "taking it". One of the men, who
was known as "Pop", a stout human weighing about three hundred
pounds was desperately ill. Occasionally, I glanced at him for he amused
me by the frightful look he gave when our boat leaped the waves and
had its deck sprayed as the water lashed against the sides. Periodically
I would cast aside the rod and reel and lie down. Once I fell off in
a nap.

We anchored in mid stream till the blow was over and then
resumed fishing out in the bay. The water was still rough but not as
violent as it had been before. "Captain" anchored the boat in various
places of the bay and throughout the day each man kept a vigilant eye
upon his line. Toward evening our craft slid smoothly over the now
calm water back to shore. "Pop", seriously ill, was delighted to know
that we had caught eighty fish — big and little, and five sharks. This
was the largest catch reported that day by visiting sportsmen. Most
delighted was I with the whole experience of bay fishing — yes, sea-
sickness mcluded! j ^ ^^^^^ ^^^

This Paper

This paper is a great invention

The school gets all the fame,
The printer all the money,

And the staff gets all the blame.

Holly Leaf — Salisbury

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Socially Undesirable?

HAVE you heard the weird whisthng noises that have been
haunting our school? Did you know that a member of
the office staff threatened to go get an ocarina in self-de
fense? The chances are even, dear reader, that you are one of
the culprits. If so, be lenient with my theorizing about you, but
please for the sake of the public peace, develop some ability in
playing your instrument.

Man makes music for the enjoyment or satisfaction he derives from
it. The more experience he has, the more he enjoys music made by
others. Most people have at one time or another felt a desire to play
a musical instrument. Probably no one will question that those who
have had the experience of playing an instrument are in a better position
to appreciate fine instrumental music.

Then why don't more of us play instruments? In the first place,
there is the obvious reason that learning to play one of the generally
recognized instruments entails expense, study, and practice. If the initial
satisfaction is not sufficiently strong to overcome these obstacles, the
potential player will not become an actual player. In the second place,
we have been almost ignoring a group of instruments obtainable almost
anywhere, at a price often negligible and which may be played on first
trial. They are always ready for use; they never need oiling, tuning,
adjusting, assembling; they never need polishing, strings, pads, reeds,
or any attention for their maintenance.

Althotigh these instruments are simple, they are none the less
musical.

Simplest and easiest to play are the musical comb and the "kazoo".
To play the former, place a piece of tissue paper on one side of an
ordinary comb, and hum into the other. You don't need a "voice". The
"kazoo" applies the same principle. The new "bazooka" is merely a
kazoo in disguise. These instruments have almost unlimited musical
possibilities. The comb and the kazoo can be played with a range of over
three octaves and a great variety of tone qualities.

The "mouth-organ" or harmonica is an old favorite, needing no
introduction. However it seems hard enough to discourage some players.

Not as versatile, perhaps, as the comb and the harmonica, but pos-
sessing unique and pleasing (?) characteristics of their own, are the
fifes, flageolets, recorders, or pipes. The range is two full octaves, with
limited chromatic possibilities. It's all done with six finger-holes, believe
it or not.

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Similar but more difficult is the ocarina ("little goose") or clay
sweet potato. The ocarina has a distinctive tone (as you have probably
noticed). It plays chromatically, with a somewhat tricky fingering.

The song whistle looks like a bic)cle pump and slides like a trom-
bone. (You have probably heard one in the orchestra of "Uncle Ezra's"
radio station.)

There are many other instruments which you may assemble your-
self or purchase at little cost: musical saws, musical glasses, tire pumps,
fire extinguishers, marimbas, drums, "jews-harps", and others.

If you consider all these things mere toys — try to play onel There
are a number of recreational and educational values to be received
from the devices listed above. The performer may play jazz and folk
tunes by ear, or he may read classics; he may play only for amusement,
or he may become a virtuoso ; musical careers have been started with sim-
ple instruments. To become proficient the player must develop a keen
feeling for pitch, tone quality, and time. The instrument becomes a
part of its owner with a minimum of interference from mechanics ot
playing. Many sim.ple instruments have rudiments of finer instruments.
Probably the most important value, however, is that the player is having
fun.

The person who likes to do things with his hands will find some
"nifty" problems in the construction of musical instruments, with un-
limited opportunity for development of skills.

The surface has barely been scratched in this article. The oppor-
tunities for research and invention are simply appalling. There are
techniques to be developed, such as rolling the tongue in tooting the
flageolet (inspired by a "grind-organ"). There are new instruments to
be developed — the application of a megaphone to a kazoo, or the cross-
ing of kazoo and fife (horrorsll), for instance. The museums are full
of primitive instruments which are undoubtedly playable. They need
only someone to reproduce them. This paragraph may be taken as a
warning of what to expect.

John Klier

(Ed. Note: Prices of instruments to be found on page 27.)

"Slippery slim slimy saplings" and "rubber buggy bumpers" are
some of the tongue- tanglers that were given to Renselaer Polytechnic
Institute students who w^ere trying to win a position on the announcing
staff of a local radio station.

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On Pipes

Civilization has progressed so swifty that Mr. Average Man has
had httle chance to sit back and relax. The mad whirl of society holds
him bound to the grindstone, unable to enjoy the true aim of life —
happiness. Mr. A. Man must fight back at this monster "Society", so
he should regularly take a few minutes time out with his best friend —
a pipe.

Smoking a pipe gives this much needed lull; a few precious mo-
ments of tranquil rapture, a chance to forget the world and its burdens
and browse in peace and calm; a time to drift on and on in a new
world, all your own, building fanciful notions in the pale blue haze of
your favorite tobacco.

Having once tasted of this happiness you crave it more and more,
each time trying to improve it with a new and better pipe. Soon you
find yourself with nine or ten different specimens, each one an improve-
ment in style and each bringing back memories close to your heart. You
add to your collection an old German model which you call "Bismarck"
after that famous lover of pipes; a Turkish water pipe accommodating
four smokers; an aged Indian clay pipe with a long thin stem, and
lastly that deeply cherished, carved, English Briar, "Henry the Eighth".

Collect and smoke pipes and have all your friends "haunted" by
the memory of a pipe filled den harboring everything from cleaners to
sweeteners.

David Jett, Fr. 4

The Rights of A Student

In the National Student Federation of America paper for the week
of October 15, 1936, there was a brief report of the John Marshall College
of Law Committee on Students' Rights. This committee concedes the
following rights to students:

1. The right to be taught only what is true by their teachers.

2. The right to just grades.

3. The right to send committees to the proper faculty authorities to
present grievances or suggestions, subject to the rules of the
institution.

4. The right to the proper means to carry otit their school work.

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Writing Poetry

Once in the life of every boy there comes that period when he gets
a notion that he can write poetry. It is, in general, a period of happiness,
although it is not without its mixture of melancholy.

How one first gets this idea that he will some day be a great writer
of poems is not exactly known. Probably his first adventure into verse
deals with the moon or some other innocent object. He learns that "June"
rhymes with "moon" and "gleam" can be made to go with "beam." Ah!
What a thrill he receives. The effect is wonderful. Already the young
writer is visualizing his name above some epic in the manner, let us say,
of the inimitable Vergil.

And so he advances. His verse no longer sings of such trifles as
moons and Junes, but deals with heavy philosophy and things usually
beyond the common understanding. That he receives a yellow rejection
slip for his poem "Life" never once discourages him.

Then arrives the most dangerous period in this era of a boy's versi-
fying. Perhaps it can be best explained by saying that "dove" rhymes with
"love." Here the poet clutches his heart and chants something to a fair
young maiden. It is during this epidemic that the poet produces his very
worst writings.

This "love" period may be the final curtain for the youth's ventures
into versification. After that he usually settles down and becomes a
plumber or a shoemaker. The poet thus passes into oblivion. He has
grown up.

LiNDENBAUM, Fr. 4.

Social Experiences

Mrs. Lu Verne Crabtree Walker, our Dr. Crabtree's sister, is an
Editor of "The Journal of the Education Association of the District of
Columbia." Fortunately we receive a copy of the magazine as an exchange
for our college publication.

The November issue is devoted to social studies and is worthy of
inspection by those interested in this particular field. Members of the
various social science organizations should find the material expressive of
the current emphasis in the study of human relationships.

The article which would probably have the most appeal for college
students is written by Delos O. Kinsman of American University. It is
entitled, "Do the Social Sciences in Our Universities Teach Human
Relations?" This is the general content of the article: Social sciences have

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won their popular position in the curricula of colleges and universities in
a short period. The answer for this rapid growth is found in the new
order. Our rapidly socializing world is forcing social studies into edu-
cation from the kindergarten to the college.

An effective training in social relations must include three approaches.
It must be practical, informative, and inspire to action. This infers a shift
of viewpoint. Formerly, the student of social relations was too largely
individualistic. However, "we must view society as an environmental
entity that acts and reacts upon an individual personality, making for the
development not only of the mind but of the spirit." The student has
come to recognize that only as the individual promotes the good of others
can he attain his best.

Parties

Communists, liberals, leftists, all men!
Each forms a party, each wants to mend
The other man's government, nation and creed
But none want to follow, and all want to lead.
Republicans, democrats, fascists, and we
Think none are more able, better than "me"
"With all other parties I cannot agree
Which proves that I only can really succeed."

Anarchists, monarch, rightists, and reds

All stand a chance of losing their heads

When bayonets, tear gas, machine guns, and tanks

Confront them from the enemies' ranks.

God in his heaven must think us so queer
When non-partisan Death is always so near.

Clara Bestry.

The N.!E. A. Journal for November, 1936, contains a remarkable
section on aviation entitled "Aviation Creates a New World".

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Sir Herbert Ames Address

^y'^^V N January 15, 1937, Sir Herbert Ames opened his speech by asking
i 1 "Does the rearmament of Germany mean another World War?"'
^^-^ Proceeding to answer this question he then briefly related as a
background the history of Germany since the World War. From 1919
to 1925 Germany was humiliated and the victors of the war were arrogant.
In 1926 Germany became an equal state in the League of Nations and
pledged peace with France. In 1933 Hitler was called to be prime
minister. Sir Herbert then discussed Hitler's rise to power. By this
time memories of the hardships of the war were growing dim in the minds
of the rising leaders. Mindful of this, Hitler then made the people be-
lieve that the depression of 1932-1933 was due to the Treaty of Versailles,
not to the war. He condemned the republic and promised the people
equal status with the other nations of the world.

Having put his leadership to a vote and gained popular acclaim,
Hitler went before the League, demanding an equal status in armament.
The reply to this demand was disappointing to him. He was handed an
eight year plan by which German arms should be gradually increased
and those of other nations should be decreased until equality would
result. This he immediately refused.

By the end of 1933 Hitler had begun to assume the dictatorship
of Germany. When he asked the people to vote whether or not they
were in favor of the present form of government, he held that 93%
of the people approved of it. In 1935 Hitler repudiated Part V of the
Versailles Treaty, which restricted the army, navy, and the armaments
of Germany. On May 7, 1936 Germany reoccupied and fortified her
western boundary. At every move Hitler had combined his aggressive
policy with skillfully contrived peace proposals in order to cover his
actions. Each move of his had been unchallenged and thus Germany has
once more assumed the full strength of a sovereign state.

According to Sir Herbert, in the various demands Germany has
been making, there are two purposes — demands that the shackles of
Versailles be removed and demands for external expansion, Germany
wants a change of boundaries, colonies and raw materials, and a re-
vision of her convenant so as to separate it from the Versailles Treaty.
The last two cannot be settled by force. The first some think can be
brought about by peaceful methods while others say that it can be had
only through force.

In concluding, Sir Herbert listed some of the reasons why he thinks
Germany will not start another war at this time. First she is economically

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weak. She has httle foodstuffs and cannot buy them from other nations
due to a lack of money. Second, the external opposition against her is
too great. The force of England, Belgium, and Russia will be too
strong for even Hitler's army to oppose. Third, her own general staff
is against a dubious war. The next war will be fought largely in the
air and it will be a war of reprisals. Germany would have nothing to
gain from another war.

Annette Danker, Fr. 5.

"Women on Juries"

THE question of whether women should serve on juries has long
been a vital issue of society. A strong supporter of the positive
side of this question is James Hepbron, managing director of the
Baltimore Criminal Justice Commission. Mr. Hepbron believes in jury
service for women. He bases his argument solely on the conviction that
jury service for women will improve and make more efficient the admin-
istration of justice. Nor is there a lack of foundation for this very
firm belief.

Every public enemy has his female accessory and every organized
gang its moll. A woman is less inclined than a man to deal sentimen-
tally with such women. Police and prosecutors, realizing the utter futility
of securing a male jury to convict "anything in a skirt", often allow
female "gunmen" to slip through their fingers. Why should they put
such women on trial .-^ The result is usually a determined refusal to
convict and a disgusting flow of cheap publicity. Scientists have made
an extensive study of the findings of juries and have discovered the inter-
esting fact that women juries, on the average, excel male juries. It is
reasonable to note that this was seldom true in the case of an unusually
alluring male suspect. However, this only proves the necessity of a
mixed jury, in order to maintain a "balance".

Ironically enough, a survey has revealed that many of the men who
lived in the most exclusive residental section of an Ohio metropolis es-
caped jury service on a plea of illness. Mr. Hepbron apparently has
no patience with any expression of personal desire in regard to jury
service. It is a matter of public service and duty; consequently, it just
as deeply concerns women as men. James M. Hepbron's sincerity in
favoring jury service for women is best revealed in his own words:
"We sink to pretty low levels in this country when it comes to the matter
of jury personnel. Juries in many places all too frequently represent the

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lowest stratum of society. It does seem strant^e that t:n^land, the country
from which we borrowed our legal system, should have adopted jury
service for women while we still lag way behind. I have watched the
system as it works there as well as in our own country, and it does in
my opinion tend to improve the administration of justice."

S. Bhrnstf.in, Jr. l.

Monthly Review

APRIL

Roosevelt addresses the Young Democrats of Baltimore to inaugurate
his campaign for renomination, while the Socialist Party nominates John
W. Aiken as their candidate for the President of the United States.
Secretary Morganthau estimates that the Treasury deficit will reach
$5,960,000,000 — due to bonus payments and loss of the AAA revenue;
and the Senate adopts the President's plan to tax undistributed corpora-
tion profits, the most experimental plan since the income tax. The League
of Nations Council reassembles at Geneva to seek assurance from Musso-
lini that he will end his aggression against Ethiopia promptly; while
Italian armies defeat the Abyssinians in an important engagement at
Lake Ashanyi, opening up Dessye, headquarters of Emperor Haile Salaissie,
to occupation. Senator Millard E. Tydings of Maryland introduces a
surprise bill into Congress, providing for Puerto Rican independence by
a referendum to be given in 1937 with liberty after four years.
MAY

Prohibitionists nominate David L. Colvin of New York for Presi-
dent, and Norman Thomas again becomes the choice of the Socialist
Party. The GuflFey Coal Act is nullified by the Supreme Court, the
judges deciding that Congress exceeded its authority in regulating wages
and hours ; and the Frazier-Lemke plan to have the farm mortgages
taken over by the government, with the payment to the banks in in-
flated greenbacks, is defeated in the House. There are many changes of
National leaders as Socialists under Leon Blum becomes the strong party
in the French Chamber of Deputies, Manuel Azana is elected the second
president of Spain (succeeding Zamora; who is removed by parliament),
Clerical Chancellor Schnuschnigg assumes the role of dictator in Austria
in place of Prince Strahmberg, and Col. David Toro becomes the new
president of Bolivia, as former president, Tegada Sorzana, is forced to
resign. Haile Selaissie, Emperor of Ethiopia, flees to Palestine as the
Italian armies enter Addis Ababa; and Premier Mussolini reads a decree
before an assembled populace, placing Ethiopia under Italian sovereignty,
and proclaiming the King of Italy the new Emperor of Ethiopia.

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JUNE

The Seventy-fourth Congress of the United States adjourns, having
made provisions for appropriating nearly 20 bilhon dollars; and the
largest peace-time bond offering in our history, seeking one billion dol-
lars for the soldiers' bonus and one billion for refunding, is oversub-
scribed in one day. Republicans nominate Governor Alfred M. Landon,
Democrats, President Franklin D. Roosevelt and Communists, Earl Brow-
der, as candidates for the president of the United States. The Garment
Workers' Union refuses the demand of the American Federation of
Labor that it withdraw from the Committee for Industrial Organization,
while the steel workers decide to affiliate themselves with the Lewis
organization. Leon Blum, Social leader, becomes Premier of France, and
immediately engineers a strike settlement for over one million workers
with an increase in their wages and a greater union recognition. Haille
Selaissie pleads his cause in person before the League of Nations; and
British intervention becomes necessary to subdue Arab and Jewish riots
in Palestine.

Awakening

Softly the dawn steals o'er the earth.

Out comes the sun;

Life nods its sleepy lazy head

At everyone.

Twilight appears and shadows creep
Upon the earth;

Darkness descends, and Life, discreet
Begins with mirth.

Night now upon the earth is hurled.
For day is done;

Night comes upon this busy world
And. Life's begun.

Victoria
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The Library - At Your Service

THi; year nineteen hundred and thirty-six leaves with us a colorful
achievement in the literary field. The flood of public interest has
claimed many offerings as its own. We view the panorama of novels
and select those which have become spectacular through their selling
power, new approach, or startling appeal. "Gone With the Wind", pre-
viously reviewed, has gone down in the history of the year through fre-
quent comic and classic reference as one of the best sellers of many
years. We offer three book reviews in a class with the fine ones of the
past year.

Morgan, Charles — "Sparkenbroke." — The MacMillan Company, N. Y., 1936.
551 pages.

Few are those who understand the depth and sensitivity of a poet.
Charles Morgan, with several novels of great beauty to his credit, has
achieved victory in writing of the true poetic personality. In the
manner of a classic "Sparkenbroke" should long remain a monument
to a contradictory, commanding character. It is impossible to read the
novel without some form of intense feeling, varying from distaste and
revolt to thoughtfulness and appreciation. The characters arc so vividly
sketched with sure, blunt strokes that they will ever remain in the mind.
Reactionary opinions will furnish heated discussions.

In the picturesque English county of Dorset was born Piers Tenniel
to become Seventh Viscount and Twelfth Baron of Sparkenbroke. In
the conservative tradition-laden manor where he lived, Sparkenbroke
remained an enigma to his mediocre father and half brother, whose beings
were not so keenly attuned to the delicacy of his nature. His home
retained a sparse regularity of religious observance but was without spirit-
ual tradition. The remote self within Piers yearned for expression and
caused him to have a feeling of isolation as though no one shared the
five senses with him. To rid himself of these emotions he had recourse
to deeds of daring and mischief. Punishment was of no avail. He feared
no pain. He seemed entirely separate from the moral substance of flesh,
an invincible force of will and strength.

At times the great spiritual force within him increased its pressure.
Then it was that his imagination created a Being whose nearness was
necessary to life. During periods of absence of the Being, Piers suf-
fered extreme agony. It was as though a part of him were missing, a
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had still another aspect. Piers felt that if he ever attained this remote
part of himself "he would be possessed by all that is and become a part
of all that is, as a detached flame becomes a part of a conflagration or a
raindrop loses its identity in the sea." He then no longer would be an
individual but a tree, one with the earth and the water of the earth.
He would feel the joy of life and growth.

Piers growing into manhood expressed his longing in poetry deeply
reminiscent of Byron. He snatched what he wanted of life ruthlessly
to secure his completeness. The companionship of those he loved would
bring him into proximity with his goal. As each person helped to ful-
fill the desire and ceased to inspire the poet he was flung aside for some-
one new and exciting.

Though two other personages are of interest, the character of
Sparkenbroke temporarily holds main interest. Later one refers to more
steadfast lights who have brought the title personality into prominence.

Though hating Sparkenbroke as a tale of greedy temperament one
must concede beauty of expression or a stimulant sufficiently strong to
produce a lasting memory.

Abbe, Patience, Richard and John — "Around the World in Eleven Years" —
Frederick A. Stokes Company, N. Y. 1936. 204 pages. $2.00.

Who among us has not been charmed at one time or other by the
chattering naivete of a child who in one breathless paragraph divulges
family secrets, personal philosophies, and a tale of daily adventure? It
is a turbulent, choppy flow of words not to be stemmed by hasty remon-
strance or by an air of indifference. "Around the World in Eleven
Years" is a child's conversation written by Patience, John, and Richard
Abbe, as it was said. The America of sophisticated intrigue stared aghast
at its uncensored approach, paused a bit, looked again, and laughed
heartily.

The three are children of James E. Abbe, an internationally known
photographer, and Polly Piatt, formerly of the New York stage. The
Abbe family has traveled like gypsies all over the face of the earth.
They have lived in all sorts of countries, in queer, quaint cities and
towns, and under unique conditions. They knew everyone from Stalin
to Alexander Woollcott, of whom Patience remarks, "A big man in a
big coat made out of a camel. He is a very nice and smart man. He
loves children".

The events of the book are told mainly by Patience, who constantly
refers to herself as "I, Patience," with the collaboration of her two
younger brothers. Patience tells what happened fr'om the time of her

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birth in Paris and carries one tiiruu^h France, Austria, Germany, Russia,
England, and finally to America.

Scattered observations and comments may whet the curiosity of a
casual reader.

"M. Perrin one day got the Nobel Prize and M. Clemenceau came
in our garden and saw me, Patience, and said. What is your name, little
cauliflower?'

— Pavlova was a beautiful lady with beautiful thin legs and eyes
that looked as though they had a lamp in them — Then Papa phoned
from Moscow that he had photographed Stalin, but we didn't get any
money. — When we paid the hotel bill the man nearly fainted — Johnny
wanted to be a garbage man in Berlin because they had such lovely
garbage wagons.- — But she saw Von Hindenberg in the window and
then saw Hitler in another window and all the people were shouting
and singing — Mamma said, "It sure looks as though the Nazis are here!"

Farson, Negley — "The W^ay of a Transgressor" — Harcourt, Brace and Company,
N. Y. 602 pages. $3.00.

Here is a saga of adventure, of travel, of the experiment in living.
It is well to profit by the experience of a life that so few have the
fortune to lead. This 600 page autobiography comes as a fitting climax
to similar attempts in the field made by such fine characters as Henry
W. Nevinson, Vincent Sheean, and Bruce Lockhart. The book entrances
one with stark facts of a very recent period which may be interpreted
through the eyes of one who seemed to crowd as much of life into one
day as was possible. Negley Farson relates candidly, with little senti-
mental reference, the events of his life. For those who read thoughtfully
there is frequent reference which reveals a feeling of comraderie not
unusual among men.

Farson lived an active boyhood in the home of his Grandfather
in New Jersey. After attending Andover he studied engineering at the
University of Pennsylvania. He got a job in New York, and then went
to England as an engineer for two years. Some American capitalists
sent him to Russia on a mysterious mission at the outbreak of the war.
In Russia, which he loved, he sold American machines and munitions
for three years. He lost out when the Bolsheviks came into power and
went to England to join the Royal Flying Corps. In Egypt he cracked
up in a plane and was hospitalized for several years. He married an Irish
girl and returned to America where they lived practically as hermits in
the wilds of British Columbia for two years. They returned to Chicago
where he was highly successful in a year as sales manager of the Mack

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Truck Company. Following an idea, with the approval of Victor Lawson,
publisher of the Chicago Daily News, he bought a twenty-six foot sail
boat and sailed it across Europe 3,600 miles from the North Sea to the
Black Sea. For eleven years after the trip he was a world newspaper
correspondent for the Chicago Daily News.

In a very brief chapter may be summarized the essence of "The Way
of a Transgressor".

"For the next ten years I watched the world come to bits. For the
first years I was not in any country over six months. I talked with
Dictators, I shot the great fin whale with the dean of Norwegian gunners,.
I sat with Ghandi under his mango tree at Karadi, and I went up to
Lossiemouth, to talk with Ramsay MacDonald, at "The Hillocks", after
the fall of the British Labor Party government. I watched ten years of
conference fulsomely announce that they had "agreed on all major
points", and then collapse. After an absence of seven years I had made
a trip back to my own country to sit with the strikers, listen to the
wails of my taxable friends, talked with drought stricken farmers and
cowboys of the Dakotas, to see if America was really getting a new
sense of values under Roosevelt. I ' talked with Roosevelt in the White
House and had a private view of ; John Dillinger on the slab, after he
had been shot. I watched Stalin review the Red Army in the Red Square.
I met some great men such as Roosevelt and Ghandi. I met some good
men such as Lord Irwin, Viceroy of India, and George Lansbury. The
strongest Englishman I met was Stanley Baldwin.

But for the rest of the world's public figures I am waiting to see
their retribution which is long overdue."

Marion Cunningham

(Continued from page 16)

Prices for simple instruments:

Kazoo — 5 or 10 cents

Fife — 5c in the "five-and-ten", and up.

Flageolet — an excellent Chinese flageolet may be had for 35c
in Chinatown, N. Y. C.

Ocarinas — 15c to 45c at Montgomery Ward's
25c to $1.50 at a music store

Musical saw — borrow a carpenter's saw and a violin bow

Song whistle — $1.50 at a music store
Harmonica — 25g to $10' (for a good instrument)

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Published monthly by the students of
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Editors
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"A hobby will give life a better balance. It is a matter of mental
health, of spiritual happiness, and when more time comes for play, the
hobby we have developed becomes our chief interest."

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Skills and Judgment

"The college can develop skills in the individual. Most important
is the skill of self-expression, which is dependent upon the development
of the whole personality. Knowledge avails little for social purpose if
the individual cannot make personality effective in the lives of other peo-
ple. Another important type of skill lies in the ability to adjust one's self
to a vocational interest, to "take hold" in some practical work. Skill in
art, usually confined to the specialist, may become a means of unlocking
the creative instincts so fundamental in leadership.

Ability to marshal and analyze facts and to make logical deductions
from them is essential in most endeavor. A primary concern of the
college should be training in the ability to reason. Practical application
of the conclusion reached helps to mature judgment."

The National Capital In and About Club

ON Friday, February 5, and Saturday, February 6, a few days before
this article comes from the press, the National Capital In and
About Club, composed of music teachers of Washington, Vir-
ginia, and Maryland, a professional group affiliated with the Music
Educators National Conference, will meet here at our college.

The Music Educators Conference is an enormous organization, which
has a general meeting, national in scope, every two years. The sectional
conferences which compose it meet the year when there is no general
conference. And the "In and About Clubs", of which there are a
number in the country, meet several times each year, providing for
exchange of ideas among the teachers of smaller areas. The National
Capital In and About Club, is one of the youngest of its sort in the
country, having been organized only last year, when the first meeting
was held in Washington. A second meeting was held in the spring, in
Baltimore, and now the third one is the one to be held here.

Naturally our music department in the college was much con-
cerned for the success of the meeting. The children of the Elementary
School, the Orchestra, and the Glee Club, will contribute under the
direction of the faculty members most concerned with those departments
of the music work. In addition the Montebello children will participate
under the direction of Miss Moore, and there will be important speakers,
including Mr. George L. Lindsay, of Philadelphia, Miss I. Jewell Simp-
son, of the State Department, Dr. Barnes, of Washington, Mr. Denues,
of Baltimore, whom we all know, and our own Dr. Tall.

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The program for the two days is /^iven below:

Dinner Meeting, February 5, 1937, 6:30 P. M.
Greeting

Dr. Edwin N. C. Barnes, President of the In and About Club.
Welcome

Dr. Lida Lee Tall, President of the State Teachers College at Towson.
Greeting

Mr. John Denues, Vice-President of the In and About Club.
Musical Program

Atilla Karoly

Am Meer Schubert

Prayer Franck

Hungarian Dances, Nos. 7 and 8 Brahms

Violin Solo Selected

State Teachers College Orchestra,
Miss Elma Prickett, Director

Lost in the Night Finnish Folk Song

Arranged by Christiansen

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring Bach

Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming Praetorius

Oh, Sweet Content Rebikoff

(Adapted from "Romance sans Paroles")

In These Delightful Pleasant Groves Purcell

Wake Thee Now Dearest Czecho-Slovak Folk Song

Arranged by Deems Taylor
State Teachers College Glee Club
Miss Emma Weyforth, Director
Address

Mr. George L. Lindsay, Director of Music Education, Philadelphia.
Saturday, February 6, 1937, 9:30-11:30 A. M.

I. Songs from the original operetta, "The Mischievous Monarch".

Children of the Montebello Demonstration School, under the
direction of Miss Eleanor Moore.

II. Original Songs — Primary Grades.

Chorus — Intermediate Grades.

Rhythm Work — Demonstration of work of the grades, with
brief explanation of aims and procedures.

Children of the Campus Elementary School, under the direc-
tion of Miss Hazel MacDonald.

III. Some Comments on Creative Expression.

Miss I. Jewell Simpson, Assistant State Superintendent, in
charge of Elementary Instruction.

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Assemblies

January 11 — Mr. Moser

The first talk by our new mathematics instructor was well pro-
vided with figures — and could anything be grimmer than statistics on
auto accidents. To intensify the situation Mr. Moser made a startling
prediction that "one out of every three in this audience will, within his
life, suffer injury or death in an auto." Going deeper into statistics Mr.
Moser disclosed that 95% of the accidents are due to the driver and
only 5% to a fault in the vehicle. More statistics: the impact of a car
colliding with a stationary object at 60 m. p. h. has the same force as
if the car had fallen ten stories; 0.7 second are required to apply a
break after the eye has seen the vision.

In closing Mr. Moser queried, "Can thirty million people become
capable of controlling their high speeds? According to physiological and
physical laws it seems doubtful."

January 12 and 19 — American Youth Act

On two successive Tuesdays we have had discussions on the American
Youth Congress and the American Youth Act.

On the 11th the Reverend Hutchinson directed most of his time to
clarifying the policies of the A. Y. C. We find that its basis is the
Declaration of Independence. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
are its tenets. Youth wants peace, the right to live in security, and a
chance to cultivate its talents.

The present situation makes it impossible for youth to live ideally.
Despite some upward trends in business the situation is far from hope-
ful. To alleviate the present condition and give youth a fair start the
American Youth Act was introduced into Congress. The speaker pointed
out that the N. Y. A. is extremely inadequate for two reasons: (1) it is
poorly administered and (2) the funds are insufficient. There can be
no doubt that an act such as the A. Y. A. is necessary when millions of
youths are out of work. A brief discussion by the student body followed
the talk.

The second meeting was an open forum discussion. Mr. Novey
presided over the meeting. Miss Jones and Mr. Shpritz gave preliminary
talks.

Miss Jones pointed out certain weaknesses of the bill. If such a
bill is passed there will be a great influx of people now working for
low wages, into the more lucrative government wages. Furthermore
there is no reason in sending everyone to schools and colleges, because
obviously not all are suitable for higher scholarship. Really worthwhile

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students, always receive scholarships. The plan may seem attractive to
many of us, but is it beneficial to all youth in general?

Mr. Shpritz pointed out similar facts to those of Reverend Hutchin-
son — jobs and professions are overcrowded. "The A. Y. A. is an at-
tempt to give youth the same chance as their parents had." Railroads and
steamships have all received government subsidies, and have benefited
immensely thereby. Is not this measure akin to such government subsidies .-*
Economically the bill may be unsound but if one believes in the N. Y. A.
one must acquiesce regarding the A. Y. A.

The discussion on the part of the students indicated general assent
to the bill. Considerable time was spent in discussing whether it is wise
to send all youth to schools. Apparently the fact that youth outside of
school will also benefit from this plan was forgotten.

January 15 — Sir Herbert Ames

Our periodic visitor who so keenly analyses the pulse beat of
European affairs spoke to us on the question: "Does the Rearmament
of Germany Necessarily Mean Another War? Briefly surveying the
post war history of Germany it may be divided into three periods. The
first period 1919-25 can be described as a period of humiliation and
"arrogance on the part of the victor". The second period 1926-32 —
the Period of Reconsideration ; Streseman negotiated peace everywhere
but not enough was done to humanize the war treaties. The third period
begins with the advent of Hitler.

Hitler's rise to power is a direct result of Germany's position as a
vanquished nation. The Fiihrer promised to remove the shackles of war
guilt, and thus in a series of coups Hitler has kept his word. Sir
Herbert explained that these moves were unchecked because after each
Hitler made peace offers.

We find that Germany's demands were of two kinds (1) to remove
the shackles of war — this has been done, and (2) external expansion.
Germany desires her old territories which of course cannot be obtained
without infringing on the other countries. These territories may be ob-
tained by conquest or negotiation.

Sir Herbert is definitely of the opinion that the latter will be done
for several reasons. Hitler was not elected to provoke war and his
military experts know full well that Germany would eventually lose in
combat due to the overwhelming odds." In regard to the overwhelming
activity in arms manufacturing — once having begun it is rather difficult
to curtail operations. However, Germany has repeatedly expressed her
desire to reduce armaments if other nations do likewise.

Walter R. Rheinheimer.
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College Record
Dr. Ernest Horn Meets With Faculty

Dr. Ernest Horn of the University of Iowa was a recent guest speaker
at an evening faculty meeting. The evening's program was informal,
but Dr. Horn spoke chiefly of teacher training. In his opinion there
are three most important prerequisites for those who would enter the
field of elementary education:

1. A student must be able to read.

2. Only the best of college students should be advised to take ele-
mentary education.

3. The student should see and understand excellent demonstration
teaching before attempting to teach.

Much of failure, discouragement and faulty learning he attributed to
an inability to read accurately. The faulty reader is also the faulty teacher.
The element of speed in reading is a minor matter, but the ability to
get information accurately from written sources would seem a minimum
essential for a student teacher.

Dr. Horn would scrupulously examine all who desire to enter ele-
mentary education for a very high academic record ; for a superior, dy-
namic personality; and for clarity of thinking as manifest in an oral
conference. He feels that elementary education is worthy of the best
teachers and its problems can only be met by superior intellects.

Much repetitious, semi-blind practice teaching seemed to him less
essential than the opportunity to observe excellent teaching. He would
have students understand clearly the principles involved in teaching any
specific subect, such as spelling, then see these principles excellently
demonstrated in a classroom, following which the student in training
should be entrusted with a class of children. Just practice, he empha-
sized, is less promising than demonstrated technique, assuming, of course,
that understanding precedes observation.

Clarice Bersch.

"Teachers Are People"

"A hobby," says the dictionary, "is something in which one takes
an absorbing interest."

It is a source of enthusiasm when activities have been routinized ;
a profitable occupation for free time.

Since the spirit of play does not enter into the major activities of
life, it can best be preserved by hobbies, which open up lines of interest

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and maintain enthusiasms when there is nothing to do but work.

Teachers have hobbies. Below is a test of your knowledge of in-
structor personality. In the columns below match the name of the in-
structor with some one of the hobbies fcjund in the sec(jnd column.

Bersch home life

Weyforth making her own dresses

Brown commuting across the Atlantic annually

Tansil peace and freedom

Joslin >...a better half in Frederick

Walther outdoor interests

Bader whistling

Tall sketching and painting

Brouwer a little cottage on a lake

Moser knitting wool dresses

Woodward cats and dogs

Neunsinger patchwork quilts

Munn a good game of bridge

Daniels high degree for College professors

Minnegan pioneer tales

Scott wearing a derby

Cook the glen

Blood long, learned discourse

Van Bibber ice skating

Birdsong traveling

Dowell reading and crocheting

Prickett her little black book

Roach symphonies and concerts

Stapleton the other one

The answers to the above test can be formed in the class room,
in the halls, and on the campus. j^^ j^^^ Rhporti-r.

A Belated Bouquet

These people contributed to the decoration for the Christmas as-
sembly: Chairman Dorothy Snoops, Fr. 5, Freshmen; Ida Wolf, Alice
Trott, Edith Lowery, Gertrude Tear, Martha Schnebly, Constance Reesor,
Shirley Thomas, Twilah Elliot, Dorothy Sisk, Doris Henkel, Freda Hoff-
man, Mary Hutton, Louise Traband, Norma Caple.

Junior: Edith Jones.

Junior Specials: Frances Bechtold, Sally Horn, Helen Sollers, Chris-
tine Grace, Margaret Adams.

Senior: Marion Cunningham.

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The Camera Club

The Camera Club is still in its infancy, being only three years old.
However, high hopes are held for it.

Miss Brown, who is the faculty adviser and chief booster for the
club, believes that invaluable aid is available through contact with the
Camera Club. The knowledge of how to take good pictures, indoor
activity pictures, and outdoor scenes is useful to anyone, but is especially
valuable to teachers. A record in photographs can tell more than many
words in describing a project which a teacher has directed. Miss Joslin
declares that no one can tell another what effect he wants in a picture
nearly as well as one can get the effect himself. Aside from the points
of professional interest the Camera Club is an organization for an inter-
esting hobby which can be developed to a great skill.

The officers of the club are: Max Berzofsky, President; Charles
Hopwood, Vice-president; Lillian Graybeal, Secretary; Doris Shipley,
Treasurer.

The League of Young Voters

As an organization, this club is an integral part of our student self-
governing body. Such a position is readily noticeable by the League's
activities at elections, by their securing guest speakers for the student
body, and the rendering of decisions on questions of parliamentary pro-
cedure; in fact, in meeting any need for the betterment of the student
body which lies within its jurisdiction. The field in which the League
operates is a wide one and is constantly expanding; recently the League
accepted a request from Dr. Tall to organize a group of Forum Leaders
composed of members of the student bodies of our college and other
colleges in and around Baltimore. Representatives of the League of
Young Voters were present at the Carnegie Peace Conference in Newaok,
Delaware, Emergency Peace Campaign meetings in Baltimore, Open
Forum in Baltimore, Radio Conference in Washington, Youth Congress
meetings in Baltimore, and other meetings of national and local impor-
tance.

Through the activities of a social chairman and committee, refresh-
ments are served at all m,eetings. A friendly, informal atmosphere per-
meates the room where food for thought occupies the bulk of the menu.
Discussions of the Social Security Act, Old Age Insurance Bill, National
Youth Act, etc., by guest speakers and students tend to acquaint future

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voters with the problems and issues of the day, give social contact, and
"furnish experiences in parliamentary procedure". Courtesy is the only
restriction to this open-minded, free discussion group. Are you in con-
tact with the doings of society?

Is ADORE Stein.

Daily Duds*

Monday —

City Student teachers here for conference and according to the
traffic in the library at three o'clock they seem to have multiplied instead
of becoming mere shadows, as expected. With all their burdens most of
them still find time to look their best. (Is it pride or practice teachers?)

Tuesday —

The Men's Club gave an assembly today and I used my eyes as well
as my ears. One of the men had on dark blue trousers and a gray
coat — nice combination. It's a shame they don't have suits with three
pairs of trousers, then they wouldn't have to worry about getting pleasing
varieties. No more plaids and checks or checks of different kinds together,
no more blues and browns, or browns and dark grays. I'd advocate
three trouser suits or a store where there would be enough variety to
make a good selection to harmonize well w^ith the coat.

Wednesday —

The Men's Glee Club sang at Annapolis today. While they were
sitting on the stage I couldn't help noticing all the socks wrinkled around
their ankles — if a girl's stockings were like that she'd get reminded soon
enough. One pair of white or very light socks practically hit one in the
eye. Their one redeeming feature was — there were good creases in ail
the trouser legs. Hurray for creases. Boys, have you seen the newest
gadget — an electric creaser.

Thursday —

Game today. The boys look so neat after a game or gym. Tough,
we can't have one every morning. "In the dim dead days beyond recall"
a boy was a sissy if he had clean fingernails and a man was thought
to be a genius if he let his hair grow long. But "them days are gone
forever". Remember a "genius " would have long curls, no in between
business.

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Friday —

School dance tonight. The men always expect (or hope) their
athletic pals of the day to look like "sophisticated ladies" for a date or
a dance. Well, we hope for a similar change in our date. When he has
two suits and wears them both to school how can we see a change or tell
he appreciates us. Why not save one and give us a treat. Wear a dif-
ferent tie for a change too. You can buy plenty of goodlooking inex-
pensive ones. We won't look for the price tag on it but watch the color
or the shirt and suit with which it's to be worn. We don't expect
you to look like an ad for Esquire, in some respects we hope you won't
(our taste can't yet accept all the Duke of Kent collars, bow ties, and
pink shirts in Esquire) but we do hope you'll have on your best suit
and a different tie. And, for a very special occasion when we're in our
best evening dress and you have a tux why not wear it? We appreciate
it as much as the moths. If you complain of the stiff collar think of the
extra foot or so of material we drag around.

Madame Roberta.
^Persons described are fictitious, otherwise the name is listed here.

Ho-hum

THE writers of the column pay tribute to all the other ladies of the
school who have Annapolis "interest". Gwen Sadler and Anna
Quintero were among the missing. Mary Sloan, too, holds down
her collar with Navy trophies. Any who were insulted by being forgotten
in two issues will please leave their names in the Tower Light office.
Marriages are made in heaven. Engagements are made, etc. (Sub-
stitute the name of your community.) Doris Eldridge received her ring
at Hagerstown during the Christmas holidays. Louise Webster sports
a diamond, also acquired during Christmas. Elaine Hopwood has been
engaged for some time. (We just got around to it.) Hinters include
Vera Slama on the list. One of ye editors is considering the rosy path
of matrimony, too.

Here is a tale for reading on rainy days. Once upon a time there
was a Teachers College. In the school there was a dormitory. In the
dormitory were some girls. (Does this resemble The House that Jack
Built?") Among the girls was one, Ruth Hunter. One Sunday at the
door there came a stranger to ring the bell. "Quick," she cried, "To
the door. It's a man!" (Are men such strangers to the dorm?)

Mrs. Brouwer told a section that she was once in a class made up
entirely of football players. What position did you play, Mrs. Brouwer?

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Do you know tliat Mr. Walthcr is cjuitc an authority on romantic
developments of the school? For latest information see the Professor.

Whose boy friend reads "The Economy of Abundance"? Miss
Van Bibber will not tell us any names but the student said that "he"
didn't like it.

The school is in a state of nervous excitement. Statistics are flying
to right and left about how many will be killed in automobile accidents,
how many are poor readers, how many will be unemployed for life.
According to Mr. Moser of the four hundred present students only one
hundred will be left. (I say, are you morbid?)

The new men's room is so elegant that boys have to v^alk around
the rug. This can't last long. See the faculty authorities on textiles.

Miriam Farwell collects Indian pictures. Beware, cigar stores.

Who brings Miss Touchstone's books over to the dorm for her every
day?

Ye poore *W.P.A. workers in Junior 4. look as though a steam
roller did a good job.

Miss Howeth will find in the ad for the Tower Light Dance (April
2 to you), the solution of the ostrich problem. The story goes that she
thought someone couldn't observe her actions because she couldn't see
that person. "How did he expect to find the man with his head in the
sand," — said she.

Ask any Freshman on second floor Richmond for the best ingredients
of pie beds.

Louise Traband finds nightly walking in her sleep good exercise.
Miss Trott finds it ghostly.

Miss Helen Waters is adding to the rogue's gallery of her room.
Is that why she "sings" in the morning.

Why do the ladies take refreshments to the movies when they go
with Rush and Swas.

Room mates furnish substitutes for dancing and church, don't they
boys ?

Not to be outdone in the hobby number we discover people who
collect string, queer bottles, and still others, scalps.

Mr. Samuel Miller finds "the city of brotherly love" an interesting
one. The little lady is a ravishing blond.

A merry birthday party was held in the dormitory for Miss Brashears.
There was much surprise, much laughter, much fun.

We constantly hear that our students are a select crowd. The students
who go to the Saturday night dances at the Armory form a Paul Jones
of their own.

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Those who stay to electivcs too late may find themselves riding
home on the street car in their gym clothes.

The day of the Inauguration it rained. The students who went to
Washington had many unique experiences. Muriel, what was your pur-
pose in going to Washington.' — It was nice of Ruth Hunter to escort
us to the station. — Chester Smith's tie faded over a new shirt. The tailor
found his suit too wet to press. — Soggy lunches found their way to the
gutter. — Four lucky Seniors received a free turkey dinner. — Shank's musk-
rat was soaked. — Larue had a pocket full of water from the drip of an
umbrella near at hand.
More hobbies:

Soph. 6 — Cutting pictures for Mr. Minnegan's course.

Miss Birdsong — Eating graham crackers in the cupboard.

Miss Bersch — Proof reading.

Miss Brown — Revising the guide to student teaching.

Miss Gilbert — Wearing beautiful knit suits.

Mr. Gammerman — Tracking down ads for the Tower Light.

Miss McBride — Ethics.

Miss Straining — Attending all electives.

Miss Goldstein — Skating in the assembly.

Mr. David Smith — Being the perfect "stooge" in skating

(guaranteed not to stand up).

Miss Cunningham — Wearing "difi^erent" collars.
*Weak, Puny. Apollo's.

Note: Miss Birdsong once had a suppressed desire to be an actress. She
wrote to 'The Ladies' Home Journal" for advice.

We Three

Alumni News

The Harford County Alumni Unit held its annual tea and business
meeting December sixth at the Circle Inn, Bel Air, with president.
Miss Sarah Sheridan, presiding. Miss Hattie Bagley, the founder
of the unit and the general adviser as always, was with us to help.

The brief business meeting covered the annual benefit and the pay-
ment of dues. A sum of money was voted for the cultural fund of the
College which yearly supplies tickets for lectures and concerts to the
students.

Dr. Tall brought college news, always a pleasurable matter for grad-
uates. Dr. Dowell and Miss Scarborough, too, renewed old friend-
ships.

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Senator Risteau talked of unemployment conditions in Harford
County, particularly among the young. She discussed the state budget
and its relation to the restoration of teachers' salaries.

These officers were selected for the coming year: President, Rebecca
Gilbert. Vice-Presidents: Eleanor Sterback, Clara Everest, Esther Tharpe,
Margaret Murray, Mrs. Mary Gilbert Phelps; Secretary-Treasurer, Vir-
ginia Treakle.

We deeply regret the death of Miss Lucy Allen, a member of the
class of I867. She was graduated in the second group to complete the
training course and was appointed by Miss Richmond as the first Social
Director of Newell Hall. Miss Allen served in this capacity for two
years.

Her great devotion to the school is shown by a perpetual member-
ship in the Alumni Association left in the form of an endowment.

BALTIMORE CITY ALUMNI UNIT

The Baltimore City Unit of the General Alumni Association has
held three meetings with the general aim of creating a large representa-
tive alumni group. On November 21, a small group met at the College
Club to discuss the possibility of a Baltimore City Unit. Various means
of gaining a large membership were discussed. The second meeting was
held on December 12. A larger representation than the former meeting
had been gained by having each person who was personally invited,
bring five others who were interested. Miss Scarborough, the adviser
for the Unit, made a plea to the group for a tremendous membership,
to set up a constitutional government containing purposes for the welfare
of the school.

Mrs. Eason, president of the general alumni association, spoke of
the ways the city group may help the general one. Many worth while
projects are accomplished for the general betterment of the State Teachers
College each year, and toward these, additional graduates will add greater
purpose. County and City students will have a choice as to which group
they will join, depending on the convenience of either.

The social program for the second meeting was highly entertaining.
Mrs. Rosen, of the general alumni group, sang two numbers. Mr. R. P.
Harris, executive editor of The Sun, talked of his new book, "The Foxes".

In a third meeting on January 16, the report of the Constitutional
Committee was given.

This group under careful planning will be an important one. It is
to be hoped that it will be aided by members who will make it function
most efi^ectively.

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We have received announcements of two weddings of recent date.
Miss Kathryn Virginia Henderson became the bride of Mr. Charles
Edward Towson on Wednesday, December twenty-third. On the same
day two alumni members were married, Miss Stella Cohen to Mr. Edward
A. Gersuk. May we wish happiness for each of you?

State Teachers College Needs A New Gymnasium

Physical education in a college is most important because it helps
develop vigorous, growing bodies and wholesome minds. In the life
of the ordinary college student there is so little time left for physical
activity after the routine of the day is over! Each and every day is
filled either with classes or with studying, and the student participates
in little physical activity other than that which comes from walking to
class. If there was no formal physical education class many students
would choose other ways of spending their leisure time. Furthermore,
physical education provides opportunity for leadership and competition.
Captains of teams and referees have splendid opportunities for leader-
ship. There is competition between teams and individuals without any
hope of reward other than that of personal satisfaction. Moreover, phy-
sical education promotes a happy mind. Few people can join in a strenuous
game or participate in a dance to rhythmic music and continue to worry
about the examination next period or the composition to be written.

At Teachers College the rooms in which physical education activities
must be held are extremely inadequate. First, they are too small for
the growing classes. In the auditorium barely half of our class can
play at one time. In the barracks the same thing is true. A large per-
centage of the class must wait for an opportunity to play. Secondly, the
auditorium has a very small and inconvenient basketball court in which
to hold games. Often, when the ball goes out of bounds, it is either
under the piano, or the stage, or under the chairs. This, of course,
causes a loss of playing time. Then, too, most of our visitors are accus-
tomed to larger floors, and thus they are able to shoot more accurately.
Practicing on a small floor places S.T.C. team at a decided disadvantage.
Not only is the progress of the physical education classes retarded, but
also that of the classes that must work in the rooms adjoining or under
the room in which these activities are held.

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Obviously, State Teachers College needs a new gymnasium. A well
trained mind needs a healthy body. One of the best way of encouraging
the physical activities which are important to good health is to build a
well planned and larger gymnasium.

Katherine Feaser.

Basketball

For the first time in three years, Towson Teachers College beat
Wilson Teachers by the score: 38-13. But that isn't all! We have
chalked up victories against Gallaudet College, Elizabethtown College,
Salisbury Teachers College, and Frostburg Teachers College. These were
against veteran teams. Elizabethtown and Gallaudet had every man back
from last year.

After a belated arrival due to a heavy fog and rain, our team arrived
just in time to begin the game with American University. Before the
boys could get "warmed-up" they registered six points, which was the
margin by which we lost the game.

Danny Austerlitz did some fine percentage shooting in the Wilson
Teachers game; fifteen shots — eleven field goals. Nice eye Danny! Smith
and Bennett are really moving that ball, and their passing is showing
results. Bob looks nice on those long shots, and of course Farmer John
is really jumping around. All these points have kept the team moving
along at a good pace. We can't forget the defensive work of Frank, Sid
and "Windy" either.

So far we are undefeated in our own class!

However, look what we have in the future! The really big basketball
day is February 24, 1937. Towson Teachers College will play Loyola
College at Towson Armor}-. Preceding the varsity game, the junior var-
sity (who lost by two points to Johns Hopkins J. V. in their first en-
counter) will try to seek revenge for this defeat.

YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS!!!

P. M.

Flash

The soccer team is still in the limelight! There is in the process
of being formed a Maryland Collegiate Soccer League. Recently, Johnny
Neun, writing on the subject, remarked that our soccer team was the best
ever produced by the College. We are to be one of the teams in the
league.

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Archery

I now have a real hobby. It is archery. Even though I am still very
inexperienced in the art, I love it, and when weather permits, I still
struggle along with it. Here is a thought for you; when you are tired
of the wear and tear this modern living seems to put on you, there is
nothing better than a change of scenery and a quiet hour alone. Let your
thoughts turn back to that famous incident concerning William Tell.

To think that in this day and age we should go back to this age-
old sport of archery, which is becoming more popular every day! Col-
leges are adopting it as one of their athletic activities. There are archery
clubs all over the United States that are only too willing to take in
new members, and budding Robin Hoods.

Archery is a sport that requires no great physical energy, and yet
it develops good arm and chest muscles and tends to give a certain amount
of poise to the body. It is necessary to have a keen eye and patience
for there is something discouraging to the person who continually misses
the target. Remember this, it is not a game of merely shooting with
a bow and arrow. There is a form that the beginners in archery must
learn. If he stands with his feet slightly apart, his body straight, his
arms at shoulder height, and he is aiming somewhere near, but not
squarely at the target, then he will stand a better chance of hitting it.
These are only a few things to be remembered, but when the beginnr
has learned the form well, it will as most things do with practice, come
easier to him and he will find that results are more encouraging. Keep
in mind that old proverb, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again".
When you do hit a bull's-eye just imagine it is "The Apple", and Wil-
liam Tell will have had nothing on you. Why not make archery your
hobby ?

Men's Revue

The men are planning a "Variety Show" for their forthcoming
production. The wheels of production are beginning to turn.

The Alumni will welcome this type of production as well as we,
the student body.

Both nights, Friday, March 19, 1937 and Saturday, March 20, 1937,
there will be dancmg following the show. For Friday we have Joe
Dowling's Alcazar Orchestra and for Saturday, The Original Round
Towners Orchestra.

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The Men's Revue will be excellent entertainmenti One hour and
three-quarters of a Variety Stage Show and two hours of dancing to an
excellent orchestra.

Be sure to save a date for the "Variety Show".

Note: Those "sweet potatoes" you see the boys chewing on and producing
such weird sounds, are called "Ocarinas".

Campus School News

This year the Te-Pa-Chi Club's annual dinner and the 70th Founders
Day celebration were held on Tuesday, January 12th. The dinner was
served at small tables in the Newell Hall dining room by students of
the college.

After dinner the guests adjourned to the Auditorium where Mrs.
O. Warren Buck, president of the Te-Pa-Chi Club, opened the meeting.
The College Glee Club sang several Christmas carols. The credit for
their splendid performance is largely due Miss Weyforth, their director.

Mrs. Clarence Eason, president of the Alumni Association spoke
briefly before Dr. Lida Lee Tall introduced the speaker of the evening.
Although it was regretted that Dr. Isaiah Bowman, the scheduled speaker,
was ill and could not attend, we were indeed fortunate in securing, for
the evening, Dr. George H. Preston, State Commissioner of Mental
Hygiene.

Dr. Preston effectively gave a talk on the various kinds of mental
cases, the individual care for each and the necessity for more equipment
in the hospitals of several counties. His deep interest in the subject
enabled him to transmit much of his enthusiasm to his listeners. After
his talk a number of questions were asked by members of the audience.

The meeting adjourned and the guests, still discussing the new ideas
they had received during the evening, went their respective ways.

King Harold's Wedding

On Friday, January 22, the Elementary School was taken to Den-
mark by the Fifth Grade. We arrived just in time to see the Princess
Gyda married to Harold, who had made himself King of all Norway
to win her hand. In honor of their marriage a banquet was prepared
at which many brave vikings told heroic stories and graceful dancers per-
formed. On the following day King Harold and his bride left for
Norway with the good wishes of their admirers.

The entire school enjoyed its delightful trip very much.

Seventh Grade.

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Hobbies of Campus Seventh Graders
Have You A Hobby?

I have. My collection of dolls is small but I hope to get more
all the time. A Canadian Indian was the first of my collection; but
in spite of her eight years, she is still in good shape. The newest mem-
bers of my family are two Chinese dolls. Some of my friends are large
and some are small. This is due to the fact that all of them are made in
the country which they represent. They all seem to fit in together, how-
ever. My German girl with yellow braids and the lace cap is very much
like the little Swiss girl. Their dresses are similar but their expressions
are different. Of course, it is all in fun, but I like to play with them
as humans. I now have my eye on a huge French doll of 1800, who is
a lady even to the leather gloves. This is something to look forward to.
I can always be sure of having a lot of exciting times with my hobby.
Why don't you start one?

Ruth Ann Winslow

The Hobby of Kings - The Kings of Hobbies

Stamp collecting is as interesting and fascinating a pastime as any-
one could wish. It is a hobby which is both expensive and inexpensive —
it depends upon how seriously you take it. The highest price ever paid
for one stamp was ten thousand dollars. On the other hand five cent
packets, with from three to twenty-five stamps in them make up an entire
collection.

If stamp collecting is to be your hobby, start with cheap stamps and
gradually build up to a better collection. After collecting for several
years most of my stamps are worth less than ten cents apiece, but who
knows, maybe in fifty years even a king may want my collection.

Harry Berry.

How I Started to Collect Stamps

One Saturday as I was in the house, the door bell rang. When I
went to answer it, I found the mail man had left a few letters. One had
a large air mail starrip on it. I thought it would be fun to keep this
stamp and start a regular collection. I knew a man who traveled around
the world and I thought maybe he could send me a few stamps on some

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letters. My relatives gave me some stamps and I bought some. Now I
have quite a collection. If a person would start a simple hobby like this,
I am sure it would be well worth his while. When one has nothing to
do in his spare moments I am sure a hobby like this would be very
entertaining and interesting.

Mary Motter.

Verse Writing In The Third Grade

The Third Grade had been studying about the life in the desert,
(Sahara and Arabia). They seemed especially interested in the dress of
the people; in the religion; in the camel; in the water problem; and the
nomadic life.

We were reading some of the parts of "Our Little Friends of the
Arabian Desert" including prose and verses. The children selected phrases
or parts which appealed to them as being pleasing, — poetic, expressive —
for example "swaying motion" of the camel; "singing a soft lullaby";
"by yonder sheltering hill"; — these selections being made both from the
prose or the verses.

One child then spontaneously said, "I can say a poem I just made
up". She did so, and three or four other children attempted to also, but
more or less copied the first child. We then discussed various themes or
possibilities for making verses, and the children enthusiastically began
writing the verses — asking the teacher for help with spelling.

The following are but three of many which are truly creative composition. — Ed. Note.

Spin

spin, spin faster, spin!
The wool into thread
The thread into cloth
Spin, spin faster, spin.

Bill Hunt.

Ho! run ye fast camels,
Ho! run to the well,

to the well, to the well!
We shall soon have some water.
Ho! hurry ye strong fast camels.
Ho! hurry to the well!

Billy Harrop.
Mary Lynch, Teacher of Third Grade.

(Continued nn pai;e 48)

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I think I'm falhn^' in love, Professor. Do you think I ought to
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Young man. do you know what a wedding is? A wedding is a
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Lullaby

(Continued from page 46)

Good night little Bedouin of the desert wide.

Go to sleep for we shall move tomorrow.

You shall have a long ride.

The camels are hungry.

TTie water is low.

And so we shall move tomorrow.

Sleep well, little Bedouin, sleep.

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State Teachers College

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CONTENTS

Coier design by George Horn

Page

Said the Hatter to Alice 3

Lion and Lamb 4

Our Wanderlust 6

A Sport of Sports 8

The Tragedy of Spain 9

His Hobby Moved the Earth 10

The Three Mysteries 12

The Mother 15

The Drama of Conowingo 14

What Now? 15

Assemblies 1 6

Return to Life 18

Project in Progressive Education 18

In-Service-Course 1 9

Editorials 20

The Library — At Your Service 22

Teachers College Record 25

Advertisements 3 9

Qvlemberl EST^ ,,;i ) 1030-37 J

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Vol. X MARCH, 1937 No. 6

Said The Hatter To Alice

" 'We quarreled last March — just before he went mad, you know'
(pointing with his teaspoon at the March Hare) ; "it was at the great
concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing'." Before then
he was just an ordinary hare, not even worth mentioning in "A Mad Tea
Party". But because we quarreled in March — you see, he insisted it was
the month of February by his watch — I called him the March Hare. The
Dormouse settled the dispute in my favor because the March Hare's
watch was clogged with butter.

Why is he mad? Really, young lady, your questions show a lack of
intelligence or perhaps you are unacquainted with the details of the con-
cert, which I mentioned just before the March Hare "upset the milk
jug into his plate." As I stated before I was to sing. Let me show you:

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly.
Like a tea-tray in the sky."

But I had scarcely finished before the March Hare turned colors
and asked in the name of poetic justice to have my head cut off. Oh, yes,
the Queen and the Duchess agreed with me that he was a Mad March
Hare, for I am the Hatter and have no head. Have you ?

Clara Bestry, Jr. 1

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Lion and Lamb

LONG a^o when the world was young, King Winter ruled supreme
over ail the earth. This mighty tyrant was feared and hated by
everyone in his kingdom because of his frigid nature, his gaunt
appearance, and his cruel disposition. Most of all did the people dread
King Winter's pet, a powerful lion, for although this lion was tame,
he took savage delight in harassing them all. He roamed about the land,
biting ears and toes, and exhaling icy blasts which chapped skin and red-
dened noses and cheeks. Wherever he went, he sent his strident roars
echoing through the trees to announce his coming and to terrorize all
hearts. Together the king and his lion reigned in this desolate land of
miserable people.

For some time King Winter had seriously considered taking a
wife, for he desired that after his death his own son should be ruler.
Accordingly, he issued a proclamation which announced his intention to
wed and which set forth the conditions by which he would select his
bride. She was to be young and beautiful, and was to have a pleasing
personality. Within two weeks' time, the king hoped to ha\e made his
choice.

When the people heard this news, they were filled with consternation.
No one, however desirous of power and regal splendor, wished to marry
the tyrant. Those whose daughters were especially lovely forbade them
to leave their homes, for they were unwilling to sacrifice their children's
happiness to please the despot. If their daughters were kept in seclusion,
there would be no opportunity for King Winter to see or to desire them
for his mate.

For two weeks the king roamed the earth, seeking vainly for a wife.
"Very few girls did he see, and these did not prove satisfactory. They
were either too old or too young, too ugly, or too frivolous. Not one was
fit for the task of ruling as his queen and bearing him a son. At last.
King Winter despaired and returned to his snow palace.

Thwarted in his attempts to find happiness, he became an even
harder master than before. He waved his magic sceptre, turning every-
thing to ice and removed the last vestige of blue from the heavens. His
lion roared twice as fiercely as before and indulged in ever bolder sport.
Great was the trepidation everywhere.

Mother Nature, seeing their oppresion, sympathized sincerely with
the people. It was time for her to intervene. Immediately, she devised
a plan to improve the world.

Spring was the fairest and kindest of all the maidens on earth. Her

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chief pleasure was derived from playing with a little lamb whom she
loved very dearly. During King Winter's reign of terror, Spring pains-
takingly guarded her lamb lest it be destroyed by the king or his pet
lion.

One day, however, the frisky lamb escaped. Spring had just dis-
covered that her pet was gone when she heard a roar so terrible that the
glass in the windows rattled and the very foundations of the house were
shaken. The lion was again ravaging the land! Fearing for her pet's
safety and disregarding her own, Spring rushed from the house. If she
could only come upon her lamb before the lion did! She ran frantically
through the streets, increasing her speed each time the lion roared.
Suddenly, she saw the snow palace loom ahead of her, and there on the
frozen ground within its gates lay her precious pet. Spring ran eagerly
toward the shivering creature, but before she could place it in her arms,
the lion flung himself upon her. Her piercing screams reached the ears
of King Winter who quickly came to her rescue.

To this day, no one knows exactly how it happened, but a great
love sprang up between King Winter and Spring. It is supposed that
the maiden's beauty and gentle disposition so pleased the King that he
treated her with kindness and consideration. Be that as it may, a great
change came over him. No longer was there fear and hatred among his
subjects, for he ruled them justly. A genuine spirit of cheer pervaded
the land. Bright eyes, rosy cheeks, and gay laughter betokened the hap-
piness of the people.

On March 21, Mother Nature saw the consummation of her plan,
for King Winter and Spring were married. Everyone agreed that it was
a perfect union and the beginning of a new era for the world.

In due time, a son named March was born to the joyful pair. March
was a boisterous child, strong like his father, yet possessing some of
his mother's gentleness. During his early life, this child played con-
stantly with his father's old pet. He enjoyed frolicking with the lion,
blowing the clouds about in the sky, lifting off boys' hats, and twisting
girls' skirts. He liked to hear the lion roar as he sent his blasts over
the land. After a time, however, March became tired of this strenuous
play. With his mother's help he caused the earth and the lakes to thaw.
Beneath the melting snow a fev/ brave blades of grass began to appear.
The last strong puffs of wind removed the gray clouds from the sky,
revealing a beautiful blue. A calmness spread over the earth. It was then
that March turned to his mother's pet as a playmate. Amidst the beauty
of a growing world the gentle lamb and he gamboled about. What joy
there was everywhere! Birds sang, flowers began to appear, and the sun
shone jovially on all.

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To this day, March plays with his two pets. He cannot play with
both of them at the same time for the hon is too rou/^h for the lamb.
Because of this, he spends the first part of his life each year in blustering
sport with the lion. But on the 21st day, in celebration oi his parents'
wedding, March puts aside the wild playmate and enjoys serene pleasure
with his mother's old pet, the lamb. The people on earth, observing this
change in his disposition, remark knowingly to each other, "March comes
in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb."

V. Hagerty. Jr. 1

Our Wanderlust

THIS is the time of year when those of us whose noses are being
worn by the daily grindstone like to lift our heads for a while and
scent adventure. We are apt to grow tired of our surroundings
and wish for a change in environment. We begin to formulate desirable
vacation plans — half dreams — for satisfying the gnawing wanderlust. But
for many of us, the revealing summer sun soon dispels such hazy plans;
we stay in or near the same city, we see the same faces, our lives remain
in the same rigid patterns.

But the person whose adventure plans have materialized will find
his world taking on new meanings. When he sees great wonders of
nature — as Niagara, or Carlsbad, or Grand Canyon — his soul cannot help
acquiring a sense of magnitude, of sheer wonder and awe. When he
sees parched Mid-Western grain fields, or Southern cotton plantations,
or arid Western deserts, he cannot help understanding his country's
problems more fully. When he mingles w-ith people in other busy cities,
or in ambitious towns, or in sleepy isolated villages, he feels more close-
ly allied with his fellowmen. If he is fortunate enough to visit other
countries, he grows in appreciation of international relationships. And
when the traveler returns, he needs only to apply his experiences. Whether
he returns to study, to teach, or to other work does not matter. The impetus
to that work, the greater knowledge and outlook, the more developed
personality are beneficial everj'where.

And what are those of us to do who "can't afford it" or who
"haven't time"? If we earnestly plan for travel, we can overcome our
handicaps. Nothing is fully appreciated unless subordinate and trivial
things are sacrificed to obtain it. If we substitute a third showing of a
motion picture for a more expensive first showing, if we forego an
extra cigarette or bar of candy, if we deny ourselves a really unnecessary j
piece of costume jewelry, we shall be able to save more than we had ''

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thought possible. We should realize that travel need not be expensive.
If we are not happy unless we go by the costliest method of transportation,
stop at the most luxurious hotels, eat the richest food at the most ex-
clusive restaurants, we cannot expect to get far on limited finances. The
wise, economical tourist can see much, comfortably, on little.

And what if we "haven't time" to travel? Well, have we seen all
the places of interest within a day's journey of our homes? If not, (and
it is doubtful if many of us have) we are certainly neglecting a fine
opportunity for small-scale travel. After all, the essence of travel is
seeing new places and associating with new people. And we Americans
need not go abroad for such experiences. — If we enlarge our scope fur-
ther, and give more time to travel than we feel we can spare, we may
still gain thereby.

Let's start our vacation planning now; if our efforts are sincere,
we should find a joyous answer to the call of the open road.

Evelyn A. Fiedler, Fr. 4

Realism

'Twas by a marble fount you stood
In some quaint garden rare.
And in and out the old box wood
You danced without a care.

The moonlight tinted everything —
Your gown was molten gold.
Your whispers seemed to almost sing,
And I became quite bold.

But you — you gave a fluttered cry
And left me there to learn
That you were just a butterfly
And I — a poor glow worm.

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A Sport of Sports

March! This montli means just one thin^ to a certain group of
sportsmen, angling. It means that in just one month's time
the season of seasons will open. Before that date, however, much
must be done m preparation for the whole season. All tackle must be
got ready; the fly rod, the casting rod, and dry and wet flies must b;'
tied. Then the excitement of the first day must be awaited.

Many persons think that fishing is just sitting on a rock and wait-
ing for a fish to nibble at a worm. This may be the lazy way to fish, but it
certainly isn't the real way. Real fishing is the following of a good trout
or bass stream for some few miles, casting under clumps of bushes and
beneath stones which border the stream and project over it. Further-
more, a real angler does not use worms as bait. He uses dry or wx^t flies
for a fly rod, and plugs for a casting rod. These baits add more to the
sport than worms possibly could.

Some individuals are absolutely amazed when they hear of a girl
going fishing. It seems as though they just can't understand why she
would want to participate in the sport. In a recent magazine article the
author put fishing at the top of the list of sports for a girl. He said
that nothing thrilled him more than to see a girl make a beautiful cast
with a fly rod. More and more girls are putting fishing at the top of their
list of sports.

Does one only need to participate once to be able to handle a rod
perfectly.-* The answer to that question is "no". There are certain skills
to master in fishing just the same as there are in other sports. Much
practice is needed. One who fishes for the sport of it doesn't keep the
fish when he catches them, instead, he returns them to the stream so
someone else may have the same chance for sport as he has had.

Fishing is indeed a sport which helps one get exercise, health, and
satisfaction. For spring is it not a sport of sports.''

E. Ward. Jr. 7

Miss Keys — "Why do we call pasteurized milk pasteurized?"
R. Owings — "Because the cows feed in the pasture."

All work and no pay makes Jack a dull school teacher.

"If you don't think the Tovi'ER Light jokes are funny, just burn a
copy and listen to the fire roar."

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The Tragedy of Spain

cClk JT' AKE Madrid the tomb of Fascism", say the walls of the street
J\/l trenches in Madrid; the eyes of the entire world are focused
-^"-'- on the heroic people of Spain courageously fighting the cause of
world democracy.

Why is the outcome of Spain's struggle so important to the entire
world? Let us survey the alignment of forces in Europe today. On
one extreme we have Fascist Italy and Germany, ready to plunge the
world into another war, countries whose existence depend on war to
divert the attention of the populace away from their internal crises; on
the other, Soviet Russia, the bulwark of peace, the first country to suggest
to the League of Nations complete disarmament, and to volunteer to be
the first to disarm. Next comes France, whose Peoples' Front government
is trying hard to avoid war, and at the same time to suppress the Fascist
forces attacking it from within. Then comes England, whose ruling class
cannot decide which is the lesser of the two evils: a victory for the work-
ing class of Spain, or the threat to their Empire which would result from
a Fascist victory. So far, superficially it has been passive, thus aiding the
Fascists, whose battles are being fought by the armies of Italy and Ger-
many; and has been piling up additional millions of dollars through
its arms trade with Franco, through its puppet Portugal.

What, then, will happen if the democratic, legally elected Spanish
government is defeated, and a Fascist dictatorship is set up.^ France,
a lone democratic country surrounded by Fascists, will not be able to with-
stand the pressure from both within and without ; and it, too, will fall into
the hands of the Fascists. England, unless it elects a Labor government,
will continue to help the Fascists: actively, indirectly; passively, directly.
Picture the situation in Europe now: peace-desiring Russia, anxious to
build up her internal productive machinery, lacking imperialist ambitions,
the basic cause of war, closed in on the West by a solidly Fascist Europe,
and on the East by Militarist-Fascist Japan. The new Anti-Bolshevism pact
between Italy and Germany and Japan has proved to be nothing more
than an anti-Soviet pact. This means, of course, a general European war.

History has shown us that it is impossible for one country to remain
aloof and apart from the struggles of other countries — and so it has been
with our country. With many billions of dollars invested in foreign
countries, with the Hearst press ready to whip up a superficial military
fervor, with Japan casting greedy eyes at our possessions in the Pacific,
probably no force will be able to keep us out of a general war. And this
war, aided by the application of modern science for the manufacture of

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death-dealing machinery, will be so destructive that, in a word, it will
set world civilization back a hundred years — perhaps more; and will
result in an irretrievable loss of human life, and an unalleviable amount
of human suffering.

The young people of America are faced with many complex prob-
lems which require solutions: unemployment, insecurity, suppression of
civil liberties, abridgment of free speech and press — but as it concentrates
its energies on them, it must keep watch out of the corner of its eye on
heroic Spain, and be ready to give it a helping hand; for if Spain loses,
the inevitable war will nullify everything we accomplish, and annihilate
everything we build. ^ Greenfif.ld. Jr. 4

His Hobby Moved The Earth

CARL Akelev's dream created by a childhood hobby so enlightened
him and disturbed his thinking and scheming that he finally suc-
ceeded in actually transplanting Africa with its zenith sun, shad-
owy jungle, and unmolested animals into the Museum of Natural His-
tory in New York City

Born and raised on a large farm in the Mid West where from early
boyhood he acquired an interest in hunting and trapping and preserving
his trophies, he decided from the start to be the adept and proficient
student of the greatest teacher, Mother Nature. At fifteen his resolutions
and interests had led him to establish a business for himself as a taxi-
dermist. Prior to this time specimens were only stuffed and not mounted:
his great contempt for such a pointless destruction caused him to invent
a method for stretching skins over sculptured models thus preserving their
life proportions, actions, and habitats. So, obviously, while hardly more
than a boy his determination had made him an inventor, a sculptor, a
naturalist, and an explorer. He had invented a fast motion picture camera
for outdoor work, the first of its kind, and a cement gun for shooting
wet cement into mounted skins. Seemingly whenever he had a pet
scheme in mind, he could always devise some method for carrying it
through.

Several years later while in Africa collecting mammals and making
studies and photographs, his life's ambition, characterized by his child-
hood hobby and his key word "determination " was realized. He wanted
his Hfe's work in "African Hall" to be constructed in New York.

In the form of a model and with actual photographs of typical
animal scenes in Africa which he desired to include, he presented his
plan to the trustees of the American Museum of Natural History at New

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York. Two years later, in 1914, he had created such an interest among
these officials that actual construction of the hall began, but halted soon
because of the World War. Determination still dominated him, so Akeley
bore half the expense for a new expedition into the African Jungle. This
time his purpose was to collect real specimens and the scenery to repre-
sent their environments. A tremendous problem, you say, but, as usual,
he attacked it systematically and scientifically ; the most common size, type,
and color of an animal, as seen by the inquiring observer, was chosen
only after deep thought. In some instances innumerable photographs were
made and compared and what seemed to be the most life-like situation
was used in arranging the exhibit. Furthermore to avoid pointless slaugh-
ter the actual size of the animals was obtained through scale photographs
and the measurement of shrubs and trees in relation to the animals.

Akeley became ill and died while studying shrubs and trees in the
Uganda Mountains, but because of a great inspiration which he started,
his dream is being completed.

"African Hall" was exhibited for the first time to the public in
August 1936, and I had the pleasure of visiting it one week after its
opening. The whole scheme of the marvelous work is to create a jungle
atmosphere accurate to the minutest detail. In the center of the vast
domed hall is a herd of elephants; perhaps twenty in number, ranging
from a clumsy, fearless, giant male with ivory tusks, to a meek, friendly
calf several weeks old. Along the walls are groups of other animals
seemingly in their native haunts, unaware of hordes of visitors. In one
of these groups a huge male gorilla stands beating his breast as an enemy
approaches. The female utterly unconcerned, is leaning against a tree
looking at her baby eating wild celery, the gorilla's favorite food. The
background includes a winding river with mountains in the distance. The
experts in all the groups have perfected even the vaguest detail. Every
detail concerning the animals and the plants is made absolutely true.
Even the celery plants, shown in full foliage serve the purpose of partially
hiding day old rodent's tracks. The hot, almost perpendicular sun's rays
in the exhibits are filtered through translucent glass above the animal group-
ings. The glass protecting the exhibit from the public is not perpendicular
to the floor but is placed at an acute angle, which together with its spher-
ical shape, gives the optical illusion that there is no window present. To
make situations complete, the lighting for the entire hall is very dim. It
gives the feeling of dusk in the jungle, although midday events are occur-
ring-

Here we have a hobby that so inspired and delighted a developing
individual that it determined his vocation, and culminated in a memorial
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chc earth about wliicli we know vtry little, to a nearby place where \ve
may return again and again for enjoyment, study, and appreciation. We,
too, may do great things, but the lirst step is to get interested. Develop

^ ^^^^y- ' ^ John F. Wh^hler. Jr. 7

The Three Mysteries

A tiny seed is windswept from its mother,

And finds a new home hidden 'neath the earth.

Is it asleep? Oh, no, a life is forming;

A growing infant seeks its birth.

Gently pushing, struggling upward

Through dark, rich soil, free from fear.

The first young blade comes forth to sight.

Soon — soon the flower will appear.

Already, tender leaves come forth

So green, so fresh, so new ;

A tight bud slowly is unfurled;

A radiant flower bursts in view,

A gift of God, all bathed with dew.

Life!

The slender babe is nursed with care

By Mother Rain and Father Sun ;

The gentle breeze croons lullabies

To summon sleep when day is done.

The babe is gone, and in its place

A youth stands — stronger and more fair,

Its lovely head raised to the sky,

Imbued with gaiety, free from care.

And though cruel winds and pelting rains

May shake the flower, yet it clings

To life, undaunted, unimpaired

Trials passed, once more its beauty sings,

And joy to earth this young life brings.

Death!

Daily, the flower's head bows more;

Its gown is fading fast;

Its stem once strong and straight now droops;

How much longer will life last?

And now the leaves are brown and seared;

About the earth curled petals are spread;

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One last sweet fragrance is breathed forth,
And hfe is spent, the flower is dead.

Death has followed where birth has led.

Birth, life and death — three mysteries

As old as life, or sea, or sky

They will go on eternally.

And no mortal will e'er know why.

Virginia Hagerty. Jr. I

The Mother

THE mother could not understand — her child — the one who was
learning to call "mumsy" ever so often — the one who needed his
nose wiped, his little neck powdered — his hair brushed with vase-
line — not her baby — God! No!

But her baby was dead. He hadn't reached the hospital in time. The
doctor could not operate. The child suffered — his appendix burst— ^only
a babe not so long ago — a suckling at his mother's breast.

And so the child died. Many friends came to visit. The mother
had helped wash the tiny, stilled body — had passionately kissed the cold,
taut lips — to no avail. There was no cry "mumsy" — only stillness.

They buried the child under the earth and covered the spot with
flowers in bud.

But once home she could not forget. Every Sunday and Wednesday,
arms crushing dewy flowers, she travelled to his quiet resting place.

One day when she was home, — sitting wearily beside a gleaming fire,
she bethought herself of her son. It was snowing heavily outside. Yes,
she said to herself, what kind of a mother am I? Absoultely useless. Well,
there was one thing she could do. Her son would not be frozen by the
cold snow that smothered him.

She hurried to his familiar resting place. Staunchly setting to work,
she uncovered his grave. All the snow was cast off. She felt a presence
— close — all about her. All her thoughts rose to meet it. And clearly she
heard whispered to her — "Daughter, you have sinned — against man and
against me.-* Have you no greater faith in Me? Am I not the Truth
and the Light? Am I not the Saviour?"

Timidly the woman pleaded — "What can you mean?"

Sternly the answer came — "Do for others — forget self — only then
shall we be one. And this dear child of yours — "suffer little children to
come unto Me' — I will keep and bless him."

"Yes, I will be always near. And someday soon when you under-
stand, you shall join us. Together we shall be happy and gay. You shall
be with your son." Mildred Melamet. Jr. 2

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The Drama of Conowingo

NOT untouched by drama is the story of the Conowin^o water-power
development. In 1926, Conowingo was a quaint httle town of
about two hundred inhabitants, clustered at the foot of some hills
on the Baltimore Pike in Cecil County, Maryland, near the shore of the
Susquehanna River. There was a garage, a church, a school, an inn, several
canneries, and a number of homes — a typical little town of its kind.

Today a lake covering an area of about fourteen square miles hides
all trace of the little town and its activities — and two miles down the
river there is the great dam and power house which turns the water of
the Susquehanna into electric energy which carries over seventy-four miles
through the air by means of a steel tower, a transmission line to light
Philadelphia.

It is interesting to recall a few historical facts about the Susque-
hanna River. During the earliest colonial days, a great deal of interest
was manifested in the possibilities offered by this river as a natural water-
way. Later, but before the day of the railroad, canals were built and
operated on both shores of the stream. Parts of these canals may still
be seen. As a matter of fact, the Susquehanna is intimately connected
with the history of the United States, for the early debates on the subject
of a permanent seat of government hinged largely on the question of
whether this volume of water would give greater means of communication
to the northwest territory than the Potomac or the Delaware.

The vicinity of Conowingo is rich in historic interest. French troops
who came to help the colonists in the Revolution landed at the head of
the Chesapeake Bay. One of the outstanding landmarks on the highway
between Philadelphia and Conowingo is a huge old oak, still flourishing,
marked by a tablet establishing the location of Lafayette's overnight camp
during his march to join Washington at Yorktown.

The Conowingo Hydro-Electric Project is an outstanding achievement
in electric power engineering skill and efficiency, but also in that the
speed of its construction is without parallel in the history of projects of
similar size. It was begun on March 8, 1926 and completed by March 1,
1928. From the standpoint of installed capacity, Conowingo is the sec-
ond largest hydro-electric development in the United States.

The dam is 4648 feet in length and is laid on solid rock at an
average depth of 961/^ feet below the surface of the lake formed by the
impounded waters. This lake is fourteen miles long and over a mile wide.
An unusual feature of the design of the spillway is the overhanging crest
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level is maintained constant, regardless of variation in the volume of water
flowing.

The delivery of the energy from the hydro-plant at Conowingo to
Philadelphia is a great undertaking. This has been accomplished by means
of two steel tower transmission lines. The terminus of these lines is located
at Plymouth Meeting, near Philadelphia.

There is much more to be said about the mechanical operations of
this power plant but a trip through it would reveal far more than I can
tell you. Several classes in the campus school have visited Conowingo
and have found it to be exceedingly interesting, — a liberal education. Some
day when you go for a ride, visit one of the largest hydro-electric develop-
ments — Conowingo.

G. L. Wilson, Jr. 7

What Now?

In the days of Alexander the Great, and Caesar, the warriors thought
of victory in terms of land, gold, and slaves. What are the results of
the World War? Did it serve as a war to end wars? Was it a war to
preserve democracy? What would the mothers and wives whose beloved
ones went to war and never returned answer? What of the soldier in
the trenches, who received his dollar a day?

The men who manufactured and sold the death dealing instruments
of war grew enormously rich. They cared not what their weapons were
used for, nor to whom they sold them. Friend and foe alike distributed
instruments of death.

How can we eliminate this type of exploitation by unscrupulous per-
sons in a time of national emergency ? Prohibit the shipment of arms from
one country to another? I don't think so. Small countries who do not
manufacture their own arms would not allow this. Strange isn't it? They
would protest to the League of Nations on the grounds that they need
and must have arms because a larger neighboring country was making
menacing gestures which imperiled their national safety. Another ob-
jection to this plan has been that small countries would be pawns to be
bought and sold over the counter of rifle barrels. This problem was with
us at the end of the last war, and it is still ever present. What are we
going to do about it?

B.Gamerman, Soph 4

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Assemblies

February 4 — Miss Strout

After living in Brazil for eleven years, Miss Strout, who is a worker
of the W.C.T.U., believes that it is the most wonderful country in the
world. Brazil is larger than the United States, makes up one-half of
South America, and much of the territory has never been explored. It
has a delightful climate, fertile soil, and beautiful scenery. The people
are also very fine. There are as many races as in the United States. How-
ever, there is no discrimination against the negro, and some intermarriage
occurs. The Brazilians are a mixture of Portugese, Indian, and Negroid.
The Latin element is frequent, and they are a lively, temperamental,
warm-hearted race. Eleven years ago 85% of the people were illiterate.
This situation is getting better because of the new school system. Their
staple foods are black beans and rice, but they are gradually adding more
vegetables to their diet and the general health of the people is improving.
Miss Strout was sent to Brazil by the W.C.T.U. with only two letters (jf
introduction. She persuaded a society leader to be president of this or-
ganization there. The objective of this movement is good health. The
people welcome such efforts. Brazil has accomplished four reforms with-
out bloodshed: freed the slaves, established a republic, granted religious
liberty, and introduced civil marriage. At one time the Brazilians looked
to us for ideals and morals, but our movies and popular magazines have
changed this attitude. This is a real demand for the young people of the
United States to meet.
February 8 — Elwood Beam

Mr. Beam, a Senior, spoke to the College on "The Deaf and Their
Language." According to Mr. Beam, the teaching of the deaf is a com-
paratively recent trend in education. Up until 1800, no successful at-
tempt to teach the deaf had been made. At this time. Colonel Boiling,
the father of two deaf children, advanced sufficient money to found a
school in Baltimore. The money was illegally used by the teacher to
whom it had been entrusted, and it was not until 1817 that the first
permanent and free school for the deaf was founded by Thomas Gallaudet.
Gallaudet was a graduate of Yale, and, while studying Theology at And-
over Seminary, became very much interested in a little deaf girl. His
success in teaching the child caused her father to secure enough money
to send Gallaudet to Europe to study methods of teaching the deaf. At
this time there were schools for the deaf in England, Scotland, and
France. Gallaudet returned with three French teachers, and using the
$15,000 donated by the state of Connecticut, founded the first successful
school for the deaf. One by one, the other states followed the example

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set by Connecticut, until today, each state has its own school for the

deaf.

February l6 — Dr. Ramsdell

Dr. Ramsdell told us an old story in a different way. Most people
still have the old-fashioned attitude toward posture, that it is something
one does because it is expected of him. They don't realize that proper
carriage is the easiest way, and that it really takes extra effort to maintain
an abnormal position. The majority of women are handicapped in main-
taining natural good posture because of their high heeled shoes. With
the use of a model Dr. Ramsdell showed the correct easy posture, both
sitting and standing. To the up-to-date person, posture is not just the
way you sit and stand, but "the way you act because of the way you feel,
because of the way you sit and stand."

A Bouquet

I say, more assemblies in which the campus school children partici-
pate. I can wager the majority of students were amazed at the ingenuity
of the small folks who skipped, hopped, jumped, whirled, and danced
in rhythm to the beats of music.

Posture was forgotten as the upper classmen leaned forward in their
seats or sat on books to give them added height. Remarks fairly bounced
around the assembly.

"That's Edward, yes, the little fellow, who seems so seriously en-
gaged in the art of dancing. "I taught him last semester," exclaimed a
proud student teacher.

Indeed this was a novel demonstration of the various grade levels'
response to music. Rhythm was outstanding in the first grade, although
some lacked muscular co-ordination and ignored pauses between measures.
As the grades performed, improvement grew until a climax was reached in
the sixth grade with the complicated Irish Lilt and the Russian number.

Dancing is not only a fine social acquirement but an excellent exer-
cise. Thus both the college and the campus school gained ; we in a keener
appreciation of their powers, and they in the pleasure of performing.

Sara Snyder, Fr. 8

He: "Why do they measure the ocean in knots?"

She: "How else could you expect to get the ocean tied?"

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Return to Life

In the past when one was offered green vegetables in mid-winter,
he could be fairly certain they came from that great American tradition,
the tin can. The frosted peas, beans and corn served to the students in
the dormitory gave the first hint that civilization had rid itself of tin
shackles. These vegetables look and taste as though they had just been
plucked from the vines.

A scientist on a vacation in the Far North, by making a hole in the
ice, caught a fish which froze very quickly when it reached the below-
zero atmosphere. Stiff and hard it was dumped into warm water to thaw
out before it could possibly be fit for the frying pan. Several hours
later the scientist was amazed to see his catch swimming serenely in the
tub. The return to life puzzled him until, by experimentation, he found
that not only fish, but all kinds of flesh, vegetables and fruits could be
kept fresh for an indefinite period of time by a similar quick freezing
process. M_ j_ ^j^j H. D.

Project In Progressive Education

ROOM Fourteen at Teachers College was the scene of an experi-
ment in progressive education on Thursday, February 18, when
■Sophomore Three and Four, students of Miss Keys' Health Educa-
tion, exhibited the results of their study of nutrition.

With several purposes in mind. Miss Keys devised a plan to dis-
play the foods which best supplied each of the six "food principles". The
class was divided into two committees; an executive committee of six
members and an exhibition committee, composed of the rest of the class.
The duties of the executive committee, headed by the two section chair-
men, were administrative: they assigned tables for display, arranged
schedules and procedures for visitors, and were in general responsible
for the efficient management of the undertaking. The exhibition com-
mittee was divided into pairs, each group being responsible for its table
of food display. The tables include Vitamins A, B, C, D, E, and G;
Water; Minerals, including Calcium, Phosphorus, Iron, and Iodine; and
the calorie principles. Protein, Fat, and Carbohydrate. Besides providing
and displaying the best sources of the food element, each group prepared
a brief article on the functions, requirements, and interesting facts about
its particular food. An invitation was then extended to the faculty and
student body of the college to visit the display.

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But the surprise was yet to come. In order to make the exhibition
more realistic, the upper grade teachers of the Campus School were in-
vited to bring their classes for an explanation of the exhibit. Since Miss
Dougherty, Miss Kestner, and Mr. Podlich had done work on nutrition,
the material at the exhibit was well integrated with their program. At
about 9:15 on Thursday morning, the fifth grade children filed into Room
Fourteen accompanied by Miss Dougherty. They were divided into three
groups and then the procession visited each table and an explanation
of the material at each was given. Grades six and seven followed soon.
By 10:15 about one hundred children had been through the lines.

The entire program was a success from all angles. Primarily it was
to be a review on the subject matter. It was an excellent review: pur-
poseful, comprehensive, and practical. Secondly, it was a valuable experi-
ence for the Campus School children. And finally, it was not without its
human element: Miss Keys announced that the project would eliminate a
test on the material.

Miss Keys has carried through a successful project in progressive
education. Who will take her cue — will you?

ISADORE SeEMAN, Soph. 4

In-Service-Courses

Did you know that In-Service-Courses are being held at the college
during the second semester? If you see strange faces in the library on
Monday or Thursday evenings you will know that these are alumni who
are returning to their alma mater for further work. The classes this
semester are being given by Miss Munn, Miss Van Bibber, Miss Wey-
forth. Miss Birdsong, and Mr. Walther. And if you could look in at the
School Board Office Building in Annapolis on Monday evening you
would find a large group of enthusiastic Anne Arundel teachers engaged
in the pursuit of Art under the able direction of Mrs. Brouwer. This
in-service course was arranged at the request of our alumni in Anne
Arundel county and each Monday afternoon you will see Mrs. Brouwer
setting out for Annapolis, loaded down with art materials, to share with
these teachers who have chosen to improve their art background and who
in turn share the benefits with the children under their guidance.

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A Promise

The evening lamps are no longer needed to dispel early evening
darkness. The lengthening day bespeaks the coming of a new season.

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Daily, without my window, a cardinal sings gayly and makes my work a
loathsome task. A chance warm day entices me from dutiful labor.

Spring has not come. But the days hold bright promise of its advent.
With laden hands they proffer a rebirth of earth and the senses. I pluck
their promise with a quickened heart and eager hand.

A Symbol

I have seen the daffodils upon a flower stand. They tell a story,
hardly new but never old. Their all too brief gayety is a symbol for the
loveliest season of all time; lovely because of the hope of rebirth they
express. The allure of fresh spring blossoms is so great that I wish
each wintry day were behind me. I brush each one aside ruthlessly
striving to bring nearer the gracious happiness of a new season.

Through all ages the poets have sung praise to the season of great
spiritual awakening. May all their tributes be reinvigorated by your pres-
ence!

All 1936 Graduates are Teaching

Each year we pause long enough to take stock of the most recent
group of alumni who have gone from our doors. Since a college is known
by its product the success of these alumni measures tiie efficiency of the
college.

It is a well known fact that there is at pre'^ient a shortage of trained
elementary teachers in Maryland. This shortage was predicted two or three
years ago and became a reality in the fall of 1936. This need for teachers
meant that the graduates of 1936 had little difficulty in securing im-
mediate appointments. Let us turn our thoughts back to last June and
refresh our minds with the numbers we saw going forth at that time.

There were twenty-three students who received the B. S. degree.
All of these graduates are now teaching either in the counties of Maryland
or in Baltimore City. Of the sixty-eight who received three year diplomas
thirteen returned for the fourth year and will form the cap and gown
procession in June, 1937. Of the remaining fifty-five all are teaching
either in fully appointed positions in the State or as substitutes in Bal-
timore City.

The shortage of elementary teachers increases the responsibility of
the State Teachers Colleges of the State, to maintain a high standard of
training and to fill teaching vacancies only with the best. Each graduate
may become an influential member of the educational system of the
State by rendering invaluable service to the community in which he is
appointed. Rebecca C. Tansil

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The Library — At Your Service
A New Library For Towson

A little more than a year ago, at the December meeting of the
Woman's Club of Towson, it was decided to organize a public library for
Towson. One hundred books were brought by different members of the
club, hoping this would be the nucleus of a free library for Towson. At
first they were stored in orange crates at the Odd Fellows' Hall, and were
circulated only to members.

In April, 1936 a room was hired at 21 West Pennsylvania Avenue
where shelves were installed, and the hbrary was opened to the public.
In June, 1936, 230 books were circulated to the public. This number
has steadily increased so that in January, 1937, over one thousand books
were circulated. The library now numbers 1922 accession books besides
some duplicates and series books, for which permanent records have not
been made.

The little room is already overflowing with books, all of which were
donated except two copies of "Gone With The Wind".

Mrs. Odell, former head librarian of our college, organized this
library. Mrs. Frederick Stieber is chairman of the library committee.
The work is done by a voluntary committee, or a voluntary group of about
twenty-five club women. Three of the students of Teachers College:
Catherine Dinsmore, Sarah Hatton, and Hazel Naylor work there on
Saturdays.

Ally books, neu' or used, ivould he welcome.

A little colored branch has been established in the home of Margaret
Davage, who is a sister of our own Lewis Gwynn.

Your Own Library

Did you know that you, too, could have a library of your own for
the price of:

1. Old newspapers

2. Old magazines

3. 3 in. X 5 in. filing cards

4. Mounting paper

5. Old books.

This is how mine started. When a classmate of mine got married, he
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illustrative material, little of which was indexed. When I went after
this material there was such a mass of it, I could hardly get it all in my
rumble seat, to say nothing of the work it was getting it into my own
attic.

The process of sorting took me about two years, and seemed like
what I imagine rebuilding a city after an earthquake would be.

I now have all my old newspapers catalogued according to subjects.
I find the Sunday Sun Supplement to be one of my prize numbers and am
building it into what vaguely resembles an encyclopedia. I have my pic-
tures mounted and catalogued, most of which came from newspapers and
old Geographic Magazmes. I have all my material indexed and put
away where I can put my hand on it quickly (I hope). Most of the
work is over now. Now I try to make it a routine habit and catalogue
my material as I get it. I spend some time exploring old bookstores
looking for bargains. Try it sometime.

BOSLEY ROYSTON

DuRANT, Will — ''Adventures in Genius" , Simon and Schuster, N.Y., 1931.

Unlike most of the book reviews found in the Tower Light, this par-
ticular one deals with a volume published in the late lean years. Though
this book has been on our shelves since 1932 only four of our dynamic
students have bothered to withdraw it. And its almost virgin newness
leads me to suspect that few more have even investigated it.

Such neglect is most unfortunate, since Dr. Durant has given us here
the most delightful and comprehensible treatment of difficult material
since the Mansions of Philosophy. "With his characteristic feeling for
knowledge and beauty he essays a critical choice of the ten most important
thinkers, the ten greatest poets, and the hundred best books for a liberal
education. Then, as adventures in philosophy, he gives brief and intelli-
gent expositions of the thought systems of three important contemporary
savants: the mystic Count Keyserling; the ponderous aristo-philosopher,
Oswald Spengler, whose most atrocious theories have been appropriated
by the Nazi scholastics as philosophical support for their retrogressive
social regime; and Bertrand Russell, the bane of the prim conservatives
that infest intellectual fields today. As he proceeds to three literary
masters, we find him in the field that I suspect has become his greatest
love. He praises Flaubert; he traces the development of Anatole France
from an Epicurean ivory-tower conservative to a significant social-minded
radical; and he charms us with the profound sensitivity of John Cowper
Powys.

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Afcer such deliglitful excursions into the realm ui greatness we can
omit our pedantic objection to Dr Durant's theory that the Great Man is
a prime mover in historical progress. And I believe that when the de-
lights of these excursions are brought to their attention, they will appeal
to even the most phlegmatic of our flock.

Charles Leef, Fr. 4

Myer. Walter E. — Studies of Public Opinion N.E.A. Journal, February 1937,
p. 48.

It is time that we stop putting the cart before the horse in the teach-
ing of civics. Our present system of building the study of civics around
a detailed examination of governmental and party machinery is not ade-
quate as it does not begin with the citizen. It is the citizen who must
choose those who are to operate government machinery and must him-
self deal with the problem of government. An effective course must in-
troduce the student to problems of pubhc life — but must not stop there —
it must start the student on a course of continuous current reading. In
addition to a habit of reading the student should know how public opinion
operates and its translation into public action. Studies of the formation,
guidance, and control of public opinion coupled with the encouragement
of wide and varied reading habits in the field of public affairs constitute
the most important elements of a well considered course in civics.

A. Berlin. Sr.

Inspiration and Knowledge

"College students typically have high ideals; their 'Bull sessions'
solve the problems of the world and build Utopias. They are optimistic,
adventurous, generous, impatient of practical limitations."

With sympathetic understanding the college faculty can do much
to direct and temper this idealism. It can make vivid those personalities
of the past whose leadership deserves most to be emulated, and can bring
before the students, both in person and in ideas, the leaders of today.
It can also infuse the essential quality of inspiration.

Hand in hand with inspiration goes knowledge. Four to six years
of college study should greatly enlarge one's knowledge; and a realiza-
tion of the achievements of the race in religion, literature, science, ex-
ploration, and social planning broadens the basis for leadership. At
Antioch not only intensive study in some one field, but at least one course
in each of the primary fields of knowledge, is required."

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TEACHERS COLLEGE RECORD

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Whereas, due to custom and habit, it is hereby brought to the at-
tention of all and sundry that the dates of the Men's Revue are Friday,
March 19, and Saturday, March 20;

Be it hereby known that the said Men's Revue will be a glorious and
well rounded entertainment; to wit, minstrels, radio stars, chorus, or-
chestra, etc. ;

It is therefore proclaimed that on these days, March 19 and March
20, that we, the people, will support and enjoy the said Revue;

And be it known that we shall dance to the music of Joe Dowling on
the aforementioned Friday, and to the Round Towners on the above
mentioned Saturday;

Therefore, we, the Men's Revue Committee, do make it known that
the friends and relatives of all concerned be notified of these occasions,
and be advised of their portent.

Enacted by the hand of the Men's Revue Committee,
on this day of february the 19th, in the year 1937.

Girls Demonstration

Yea-a-a-a!

The auditorium echoes and re-echoes with the loud and prolonged
cheering of enthusiastic classmates. Every girl is sitting on the edge of her
seat, yelling at the top of her voice for her own team. (The teams are
also supported by the more lusty cheers from the balcony.) Who wants
to miss all this excitement?

The evening of fun begins with a stunt put on by each class-sup-
posedly a surprise to the other classes. These are followed by dances,
relays, team games, and more stunts. Every girl takes part in some
activity and all are ready to do their best to bring honors to the class.
Where could one find a better exhibition of class spirit. The compe-
tition ends with the assembling of each class in a group to sing the
class songs. Last is the announcement of the judges' decision. This
is a really tense moment — but exceeding joyful for the lucky winners.

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Entertained at Glen Esk

I carefully adjusted my hat, joined my coterie of friends and admon-
ished them to hurry. A brisk wind whipped more color into our faces
as we approached stately Glen Esk. We, the Freshmen, were seized with
a sense of importance.

Crossing the wide veranda, we became part of the streaming line of
students that flowed down the stairs to the reception hall below. The
gay colors against the dark background of blacks and browns suggested
the radiant glory of a garden.

As I awaited my turn in the receiving line, the soft lights and the
subdued murmur filled me with a sense of friendliness and well being.
I heard a voice at my side and came back to reality in time to greet our
hostess. Dr. Tall. Above the humming of the voices arose a happy song.
The Glee Club members sang some melodies from the past. Members of
the orchestra, too, furnished a background of lovely music.

The animated, colorful and happy scene lingers in my memory, as
I still see in my classmates the familiar figures I beheld at Dr. Tail's
tea. A common thought and purpose produce a sense of fellowship,
whether it be in the classroom or at a social gathering.

Mary Brashears. Fr. 9

Transformation

It snowed, and tiny white flakes wove a delicate covering for the
campus. Awed youth silently worshipped the lovely scene, for the campus
seemed refreshed and purified by this thing which had happened to it.

Spring sunshine came and melted white into green. Ardent youths
dreamily passed unobstrusive trash cans, and dotted the front campus with
pieces of grimy paper. Brilliant red wrappings from "Baby Ruths" merrily
chased each other over the soft grass. Torn copies of last term's history
assignment valiantly struggled to free themselves from the branches of
the hedge. Paper banners floating everywhere startled dreamy youth out
of his lethargy and made him wonder why he enjoyed the campus better
when it was hidden by snow.

He decided to reform. Will you?

M. McBride. Sr.

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It's in the Air

cc^"Tl~1 BACHING Music in the Elementary School" by ElmaPrickett is mak-
I ing its first appearance in the hands of the students.
-*- Dr. Tall and Miss Brown have returned from New Orleans

where they attended the Department of Superintendence meeting.

Speaking of educational meetings, glance at the lovely poster in the
hall as you go to and from classes. Japan, "Land of the Rising Sun", has
invited the World Federation of Educational Associations to hold its next
world conference on Education at Tokyo next summer. It is rumored that
Dr. Crabtree, Dr. Dowell, and Miss Bersch are planning to visit this land
of "indescribable beauty".

Miss Weyforth finds her new car a "thing of beauty and a joy for-
ever".

Flowers seem to grow on Miss Gilbert's desk in the main office.

Miss Barkley and Miss Cook contemplate a trip at Easter to Charles-
ton, South Carolina to visit the lovely magnolia gardens which are open
to the public at that time.

Someone says, that Mr. Walther and Mrs. Brouwer will teach in
Hopkins again this year.

Classes in Parent-Teacher Education will be offered to the Juniors
and Seniors of the College who are interested in knowing how to guide
such meetings in the school in which they will teach. Mrs. Coppage,
Mrs. Levin and other officials of the Maryland Congress of Parent-Teacher
organizations will teach this course.

Dr. Bliss Forbush, Director of Religious Education, Friends School,
and Miss Jewell Simpson, State Assistant Superintendent of Education
talked to the Child Study group, on "The Child Religion and the Prog-
ressive School." The Child Study group consist of forty parents who are
particularly interested in the scientific study of parent-child relationship.
Miss Birdsong talked to the Mothers of the fourth grade children recently.
Her topic was "How to Form Habits that are Worth While".

Students and faculty of the Teachers College and the Campus School
contributed $295.95 to the Red Cross in their drive for funds to take care
of flood victims in the Ohio and Mississippi valleys.

The rainy season is hard on Miss Blood. With her telescope tucked
under her arm she wanders from room to room seeking a place in which
to study the stars.

Lunches in the cafeteria are more palatable because of Mrs. Cantler's
broad smile.

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The Food Exhibit in Miss Keys' room was a source of education to
all the house-keepers in the faculty and among the student body.

Miss Pauline Rutledge, Principal of the Ethical Culture School, Brook-
lyn, N. Y., visited friends in the city recently.

Junior Dance!

Can Juniors dance .'' Juniors did dance on Friday, February twelfth.
Each Junior brought his valentine to the Junior Dance. And all friends,
pals, schoolmates, and their friends danced with them to the tune of the
"Chieftains ". Junior and his valentine said that they had one "swell"
time at that Junior Dance.

D. A.

Instrumental Music

February was a busy month for the College Orchestra, beginning as
it did on the fifth with the program for the In and About Club. Always
before we had played from the balcony of Newell Hall dining room.
To be on the main floor was a new experience, but one we liked, for the
acoustics were excellent. Playing for the In and About Club was a genu-
ine pleasure, the members were an appreciative audience, their attention
was so keen as to be in itself inspiring.

On Tuesday, the ninth, we repeated the In and About program with
the exception of the violin solo for the children of the Elementary School
at their assembly hour.

Wednesday, the tenth, we gave our annual broadcast over W.C.A.O.
This affair nearly came to grief. Down at the station with just time
enough to get set and warmed up for the program, it was discovered that
the music for the organ was still on Miss Prickett's desk. Only Miss
Rawling's quick response to an agonized appeal over the telephone and
the good driving of John Gwynn saved the day. But by four o'clock our
nerves were calmed and one of the swiftest fifteen minutes of our lives
were spent in playing

Atilla Karoly

Am Meer Schubert

Hungarian Dances Nos. 7 and 8 Brahms

Prayer Erauck

At the Presidents tea, the orchestra was represented by Jane Mc-
Elwain and John Klier playing a saxophone duet, "Valse Bluette' ; Harold

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Goldstien and Elwood Beam a clarinet duet, "Simple Aveu" ; and by
Sydney Baker playing the first m.ovement of Mozart's Concerto in D Major
No. IV, accompanied by Charles Haslup. Margaret Lowery also con-
tributed to the instrumental program of the afternoon by playing two
piano numbers, Air from County Derry by Grainger and Waltz by Levitzi.

Concerts

The past month has given us some delightful concerts. In order that you may
recollect these in detail, we give you the several programs below:

Folk Songs

Marche des Rois Old French

Chanson Aavergnate Berceuse Bretonne

18th Century Songs

Maman, Dites Moi

From "Bergerettes" Weckerlin

Jeunes Fillettes

Modern Songs in the 18th Century Style

Le Pepit Gars, Pierette, Et le Pot au Lait J. Nam

Vous Dansez, Marquise Gaston Lemaire

PIANO RECITAL, FEBRUARY 12, Mr. Gardner Jencks

Preludes, E. Major and C^ Minor Chopin

Nocturne in Cf Minor Chopin

Intermezzo, A Minor, op. 118, No. 1 Brahms

Lullaby, Eb Major, op. 117, No. 1 Brahms

Rhapsodic, Eb Major, op. 119-4 Brahms

PROGRAM OF SONGS, FEBRUARY 17, Mr. Charles Irvin,
Miss Edna Osborne at the piano

Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes Old English Air

Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life Victor Herbert

I Love Life Mana-Zucca

Shortin' Bread Jacques Wolfe

Because Guy d'Hardelat

Without a Song Vincent Youmans

Water Boy Avery Robinson

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Ernest R. Ball

The Oregon Trail Billy Hill, Peter de Rose

The Big Brown Bear Mana-Zuca

Duna Josephine McGill

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Sports Angle

THi: half-way pest having been reached and passed, our basketeers
now prepare for that final dash down the home stretch. As we look
back over the records we can feel justly proud of our team's work this
season.

Through the careful guidance and untiring efforts of Coach Minne-
gan, the State Teachers College five has developed into one of the best in
the school's history. We have won nine games while losing six, which
seemingly constitutes only a mediocre average. But consider the colleges
we've lost to: (1) University of Baltimore, conquerors of the University
of Tennessee and Washington College, 1936 State Champions, (2) Cath-
olic University, one of the best combinations in the East, and (3) Mt.
St. Mar)'s, the apparent state champions for the current season. Each
of these schools have student bodies, far surpassing ours in number, from
which to select a squad.

Our vanquished foes have included Gallaudet, Wilson Teachers,
Elizabethtown, Frostburg, Salisbury, and Westminster, the first four of
which were defeated twice. Against these teams, which more closely
represent our class, we have amassed an excellent record.

What is the secret for this success? We aren't sure, but we believe
it is chiefly due to a mystic formula which Coach Minnegan has adopted.
It reads: "Spirit^Team work^Success." The boys have applied this
equation whenever possible with the results mentioned above.

This fine record has been compiled despite a long list of misfortunes.
Austerlitz, Wheeler, Jacobson, and Hew^es have been out with injuries;
severe colds have handicapped Curland and Novey; and to top it all
Dave Smith has withdrawn from school.

Now do you agree that we have a right to feel proud of our team
and elated at the fine performance it has turned in.

Sophomore Class Song

Music by Esther Bull Words by Esther Bull and Sarah Hatton

We'll be loyal to our colors, blue and silver bold and true,
Ever mindful of the friendships we have formed through you.
Our devotion will be lasting, even though we soon must part,
And our class will always linger in our hearts.

In our praises, Teachers College, we shall also sing of you
You have been our loyal guide m all the long years through.
May our hearts forever echo with thy praise.
We will never lose the memory of our college student days

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Ho-Hum

THE attractive cover (we really thought it was) of the February
Tower Light brought forth some comments on ingenuity in procur-
ing a snow picture on the one day when our campus had been graced.
With downcast head and truthful eyes we admit the age of the snow pic-
ture to be something like three years. Sorry that we went to press a week
late!

We feel that no longer should we impose on the gracious good humor
of one, Muriel Jones. Much reference was made to our "latitude" joke.
The noble lady received about five too many "Hefty Hetty" valentines.
In strictest confidence we report the loss of twenty-seven pounds since
her camping days this summer. All hecklers will kindly "lay off". From
now on you might recommend Ovaltine ads instead of Rye Krisps.

The highly enjoyed, highly satisfactory Junior Dance has become a
matter of history. The substantial money returns are only surpassed by
the fun we had. There were so many old familiar faces that we glowed
with friendship. Alumni members of years gone by outnumbered the
students. A quick glance over the number of revelers revealed the See-
man family (en masse) , with the exception of the Sophomore member
of the group, Sara Jane Wilson, Ed Brumbaugh, Hilda Walker, Mildred
Lumm, Doris Pramschufer, Charlotte Orem (and you'll never guess who
she was with), Mackey Hergenrather, Jerry Nathanson, Dee Middleton,
Isadore Cohen, Isadore Miller, Katherine Riggs, Jud Meyers.- Alumni
members, you note. Seniors enlisted Martha Holland, Ruth Hunter, Bos-
ley Royston, Elwood Beam, Larue Kemp, and one sometimes identified
with the Tower Light. Of course, all Juniors supported the green and
silver.

Comic valentines scored another triumph. Those who were not too
hasty in throwing theirs away experienced some mirth at their discovery.
Elwood has now become the "Hair Tonic Wonder" to his classmates who
recommend Vitalis and Wildroot to all. Ben Novey, the old drugstore
sheik, came in for his share of ribbing.

Mrs. Stapleton has been running close competition with "the har-
binger of Spring" outside her classroom windows. Tennyson is being
read to many trills and much laughter.

Between assembly talks on the signs used by the deaf (an excellent
talk by the way) and an advanced course in phonics, one class has be-
come almost overridden by queer sounds and signs. We know two lan-
guages now. English and phonics.

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May Uay is out of si^ht buc liurdly out ol mind. The tour boys of
the Senior class arc beini^ rushed into service as possible candidates for
the court. Blonde or brunette choices are gladly offered though there is
no lengthy selection.

We recommend for youthful appearance Mrs. Alice Middleton,
lately added to the fourth year group, who is often taken for Dee Middle-
ton's sister rather than her mother, and rightly so. It's like old times
having a member of the family with us.

Mr. Royston was St. Valentine at the Senior party. He and Elwood
fed each other cereal blindfolded. Need we tell you the results? Miss
Keys has a dog named See Me. Turned into Si Mi it has that Chinese
touch.

On Sunday night Hazel Moxley refuses to hear the Tower clock
strike ten. A lot of us don't like to hear it.

Mr. Schreiber got a very unique valentine. Who else likes dogs in
the school?

Miss Hunter lost the key to her suitcase the night of the Junior
Dance. She stayed at another Senior's house and no amount of lock
picking would do the job. The next day she appeared at school in the
clothes of her friend, (slightly large for her, by the way) and maroon
evening slippers to top them off.

In the middle of an explanation of a difficult science problem Martha
Holland exclaimed in a loud stage whisper "Oh, I see it". Instead of
lightening comprehension she was referring to a cardinal outside the
window.

Did You Know

1. That Virginia Barnes hurried down to post a chapel notice and
posted it upside down?

2. That Miss Roach and Miss Bader have a tally card to see how
many mice each can catch ?

3. That some Junior girls think they know who writes this column.
Wrong! Guess again!

4. That Sara Hatton writes poetry in her spare time?

5. That seven people have lost an appendix? Once again the epi-
demic has seized us.

6. That the Tower Light Dance is April 2? Our orchestra will be
surpassed only by Guy Lombardo and Benny Goodman.

7. That finally spring left us? It snowed.

8. That cupids now adorn some of the dormitory walls (and hearts) ?

9. That Miss Weyforth can't get to school any faster in an auto-
mobile than by street car?

10. That Mrs. Grempler likes pie beds?

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11. That Miss Ruth Held plays "4, 5, 6, pick up sticks"?

12. That Edith Pennington is responsible for the elegant dormitory
parties.'' Miss Pennington is chairman.

13. That Miss Irene Shank offered invaluable aid to the Tower
Light while our trusty business manager was student teaching ?

14. That money is not wealth? (See Miss Van Bibber).

15. That we ought to have more male faculty members? They look
so distinguished in tuxedos.

16. That you may walk in your most comfortable position?

17. That we are selling corsages at the Tower Light Dance? Tell
him to save his pennies.

18. That the discussion was "like a hoop skirt, surrounding every-
thing and touching nothing"?

19- That Miss Daniels got a waste basket full of water in the last
storm ?

Two OF Them

''The Builders"

All are students here together
Working in these college walls,
Some with careless habits throwing
Papers all around the halls.

No one helps to clean the mess up
No one stops or even cares
When they see the littered campus
And the rooms for rest upstairs!

Let us make ourselves so useful,
Put the trash all in the cans,
That the campus looking beautiful
Soon will be a boon to man.

Let us stoop and work for neatness

In every place unseen and seen.

Make the grounds that students dwell in

Beautiful, enjoyable, clean.

Edith Pennington, Jr.

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Under The Weather Vane

February has been a busy month in the Campus School. In reply
to the plea of the Red Cross for flood relief funds, the Campus School col-
lected a sum of money from the grades and from an entertainment given
by some seventh grade girls.

To celebrate Valentine's Day the first grade gave a party for the
second grade, for v^'hich they prepared refreshments. The same day the
fifth grade gave a party for their mothers.

The second grade is showing great interest in a boat they are build-
ing. Tvi'o decks are finished and it is ready for paint. The third and
fourth grades are turning an old sand box into a blooming garden. Grade
five had a most interesting visit at the Baltimore Art Museum.

The sixth grade invited the State Roads Commission to show the
fi[lm, "Safety for the Schools of Maryland", as assembly. The fourth and
seventh grades gave a flag assembly. Diff^erent American flags were ex-
plained and patriotic poems were recited. A special program, under the
direction of Miss MacDonald, was given for the In and About Music
Club, in the Campus School Auditorium.

At an impressive meeting of the Student Council, the third grade
were admitted as active members and the new officers were inducted. Bill
Green is the President, Billy Osbourn the Vice President, and Sally Crane,
the Secretary.

Washington's Birthday is Fathers' Visiting Day in the Campus
School. The sixth grade is presenting "What Washington Means to
Maryland" for their entertainment.

The weather vane has turned again on another month of activity in
the Campus School.
February 19, 1937 Seventh Grade

How I Started My Hobby

One day when I was in the sixth grade we went to a museum to
see some colonial articles. One room we went in was arranged like a
real room with colonial furniture and pictures. At the end of the room
was a case with glass sides. On the top shelf in the glass case was a
collection of miniatures that belonged to a colonial lady. There were
miniatures of windmills, little china statues, china figures of dogs and
cats and other animals. We saw ivory figures of people and animals. There
were tiny spy glasses of pearl, tiny glass candle holders, and small gold
shoes. From the moment I looked at them I wished I could have a col-
lection of miniatures. Since then I have enjoyed collecting miniatures
myself and I think that you would too. Robi-rt.a Zi:rr.

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5 A Composition from School No. 22

Note — A group of compositions were written as an outgrowth of the considera-
tion of a list of imaginary topics in oral and written English — developed in Grade
5 A — School No. 22 — Scott and Hamburg Streets, Baltimore, Maryland. Teacher — •
J. H. Miller.

The Complaining Pen

One day as I was writing very recklessly I heard my pen talking.
It said, "Please don't throw me around as you do. You are hurting me
inside and it gives me a pain. It hurts sometimes so bad! Won't you
take better care of me.^ Can't you realize that it is heart-breaking when
you treat me mean? My paint is almost off. Now I can never go out
and see the world. Won't you please take better care of me after this
speech.^" After this pleading from an ill treated pen I have tried to
take the utmost care of it.

Ruth Nolte

What the Wind Whispered

One windy day as I was walking down the street I heard the wind
blowing a queer message. It seemed to be saying, "Go home or I'll blow
you away and you shall never see your father and mother again." "Please
Mr. Wind, don't do that, I shall return home." I ran home as fast as I
could go. When I arrived, my mother asked me whether I had seen a
ghost for I was as white as a sheet. I tried to tell her what had happened
and she started to laugh. My mother said it was my imagination but I did
not agree. Soon after I heard a great laugh. I looked out of the window
and there was the wind laughing at his pranks.

NoRALEE Griffin

The Cuckcoo's Manners

Last night while I was going to bed I heard a voice say, "Oh, I'm
dying." I quickly ran and wound the cuckoo clock up. When I was
about to doze off the clock said, "Thank you, Thank you." I think the
clock has very good manners.

Melvin Hux

The Proud Mirror

I was looking at myself in the floor mirror, when a girl appeared be-
fore me. She was very pretty and had long silvery hair. When she saw
me she lifted her nose in the air. I asked, "Who are you?" She answered

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in a bold way, Tlit Mirror Girl. " Soon after she said a^ain, My, what
funny people you mortals are!" She was very pretty I admit, but she
was a bit too proud for me.

Graci- Mendkll

The Life of Our Front Door

One day as I came in and slammed the front door I heard a voice say,
"There I go again, my knob will be off soon." Thinking it was only my
imagination I started to walk away. Then the voice said, "See here, not
only do you hurt me but you are rude to me. Now stand there and I am
going to tell you what you do when you slam me. You shake my stomach
and give me a headache." I told Mr. Door I was sorry and would always
shut him gently. I guess Mr. Door hopes he could make that speech to
everyone.

Hi-LLN Tracy

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

If you are interested in adventures and fun you will enjoy reading
"The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" by Samuel L. Clemens. Aunt Polly
asked Tom to whitewash the back fence. At first Tom objected but Aunt
Polly said he had to do it. While whitewashing the back fence some
boys and Huck Finn came around and laughed at Tom's work. Soon he
had all the boys and Huck Finn convinced it was really fun. They gave
him fish hooks, a cat with one eye, and everything imaginable to white-
wash the fence. When the job was successfully finished Aunt Polly gave
Tom a half dollar to go to the movies. You will find this book interesting
for this is just one of the many adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Arthur Brown

Note — The above is a sample book report written by the 5A. The compositions
and the book report represent the children's best efforts. Naturally, teacher guid-
ance was necessary to bring the compositions to the form in which they are found ;
however, the ideas and the wording as far as possible are original.

Father: "Every time you are bad I get a gray hair."

Son: "Well, you must have been a corker. Look at Grandpa."

A bald headed man who has just heard that the hairs of our heads
are numbered, wants to know if there is not some place where he can get
the back numbers.

Patient: "The size of your bill makes my blood boil."
Doctor: "That will be S2() more for sterilizing your system."

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Daily Duds

Monday

Dr. Tail's tea opened this week with a gay, dressed-up mood. It's
fun to see everybody in his Sunday-Go-to-Meetin' clothes. We don't get
a treat like that often. It was evident that many girls are neck and neck
in the spring fashion race and some leading by a nose. Short, full skirts,
tiny hats, prints and smart plain colors were prominent. Did you notice
the dark blue, short sleeved dress printed in bright green with a long
green sash and deep V neck. . *1 . . very springy looking. We'll have
to mention at least one very attractive dress in a winter fabric— a wine
velvet with lace collars and cuffs. *2
Tuesday

The Day Student Council had a tea dance this afternoon. Well
tailored, wool street dresses, which can be worn well by most everyone
and can be changed in many ways — collars, scarfs, belts, clips, some arti-
ficial flowers — was the fashion note emphasized here. A simply tailored
dress, in rust wool, worn by Virginia Hagerty, was ornamented only by
a rust suede belt with many colored thongs hanging from the fastening.
Corduroy dresses are popular and attractive but they require more steam-
ing than wool dresses. All tailored dresses require much pressing to
keep them well-tailored.
Wednesday

While coming to school on the street car, I was watching to see
how well people's accessories matched their coats. One coat I noticed was
worn by one of the students, Mary McClean, Jr. 7 — a beige swagger, with
a belt if you like, and a lovely fur (sorry I've forgotten the kind) collar.
Many colors can be worn with it. Beige is one of the popular colors for
spring. Be original and think of a new color to wear with it. If you have
a spring coat left from last year and are going to get accessories, don't
be tempted by all the luscious colors you see. Choose a harmonizing color
and sikk to it. You'll hate having to do it but you'll be better satisfied
later.
Thursday

Birthday party in the dormitory and more good-looking street dresses
were worn. One sheer-wool crepe in green had long loose sleeves inner-
lined with wide bands of rust and beige. The sleeves can be worn down
or turned back, caught up on the shoulder. The only other trimming
was a green frog at the neck. *3 Nearly everyone wore high heels; in
low heels they would have looked all dressed, ready to go and then "heels
had let them down."

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inday

I looked over my "wardrobe" (?) this afternoon to plan a spring
outfit from what I have left from last year. Resolved: From now on, I
shall buy on a harmonizing plan and shall try to conquer my urge to buy
a thing because I like it whether it matches or not. It really works out
best this way.

*1. Worn by Muriel Jones
*2. Worn by Lucille Scherr
*3. Worn by Betty Straining

Madam i: Robi-rta

"Do you think Miss Birdsong meant anything by it?"
"What?"

"She advertised a lecture on 'Fools'. I bought a ticket and it said
'Admit one'."

Old lady: "My poor man, I suppose you have had many trials in
your life?"

Tramp: "Yes Ma'am, but only one conviction."

Singer: "My voice is my fortune."

Another: "Don't worry dear. One can be happy without monev."

First Convict: "When John Bunyan was in prison it took him all
his life to write one story."

Second Convict: "That's nothing. It will take me fifteen years to
finish one sentence."

"It must have been three years since I saw you last. I hardly knew
you — You have aged so!"

"Really! Well, I wouldn't have known you except for that dress."

Gallant guest (to the hostess as they walk to the table) : "May I
sit on your right hand?"

Hostess: "Sorry, I'll have to eat with that. You'd better take a chair."

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An American Observer

A pleading voice "Paper, Mister.^" suddenly stopped me in the
street, while I was hurrying to work. I was about to refuse, when the
pinched face and tired eyes made me say, "O. K. Buddy".

Our city is full of these young old-looking boys, who run about
in the streets selling their papers. They can be seen at all hours, faces
dirty, hair unkcpt, jingling a few coins. Their voices are shrill and harsh;
their laughter, loud and snickering; their language, vulgar and vague.
Cards and dice are their constant companions. Early they have learned the
ways of men in the streets. And they arc American Youth.

Yes, in this manner, thousands of our boys spend years of their
life. Poverty or greed have sent them out in the streets at an age when
they are easily influenced. Books, music, soft lights, kind voices are
unknown to them. They have been robbed of happiness, a rightful
heritage of every human being; they have been robbed, robbed of their
glorious youth. Regina Gittleman. Fr. 2

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CONTENTS

Cover Dorothy Snoops

Letters George Horn

Page

I'm Laughing "With You 3

Around the Kitchen and Through the Frying Pan 4

The Need of Humor in Children's Literature 6

Punch and Judy 9

And So To Stand! 10

Laugh, Thespian, Laugh 1 1

Your Predicament? 13

Not a Mortal 14

What's Your L Q. or Mental Monkeyshines? 1 5

On Opening Up a Newspaper - 16

Why Newspapers Are Like Women 1 7

The Library — At Your Service 18

A Prayer for Laughter 22

Correction and Addition 23

Editorial Page 2 J

D's Soliloquy — 26

Teachers College Record 27

Advertisements — - - 43

CMemberr EST.W,,., ^ ) 1030-37)

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Vol. X APRIL, 1937 No. 7

I'm Laughing With You

I AM asked to define wit. The definition evades and eludes me at every
turn. It is a thing so varied and multiform as to escape the narrow-
ness of words. Like fleeting clouds wit and humor assume many
postures and garbs and become interpreted in their many forms, by
various individuals. "Sometimes it lieth in a pat allusion to a known
story, or in seasonable application of a trivial saying, or in forging an
opposite tale; sometimes it playeth in words and phrases, taking advantage
from the ambiguity of their sense or the affinity of their sound; sometimes
it is wrapped in a dress of humorous expression; sometimes it lurketh
under an odd similitude. Sometimes it is lodged in a sly question; in a
smart answer; in a quirkish reason; in a shrewd intimation; in cunningly
diverting or in cleverly retorting an objection; sometimes it is couched in
a bold scheme of speech; in a tart irony; in a lusty hyperbole; in a startling
metaphor; in a plausible reconciliation of contradiction; or in acute non-
sense."

Famous authors have chosen to define their fancies of wit. The
comments prove interesting and in various cases highly entertaining.
Dryden with characteristic terseness says that "Wit is a propriety of
thoughts and words adapted to the subject." Locke's idea is a plagiarism
from Montaigne. He asserts that "men who have a great deal of Wit and
prompt memories, have not always the clearest judgment or deepest
reason." Leigh Hunt labored long and unsuccessfully over an illustrious
Essay on Wit and Humor. At length he was obliged to cease this scholarly
dissertation with the remark that he feared he "should never be able to
give a tolerable account of the matter."

We are saddened by the sight of those whom we say "have no sense of

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humor". Lite is a dull attain tor those who cannot laugh at the incongruii\
and absurdity of an august gentleman in a frock coat who lands harm-
lessly enough in a mud puddle. Pood for mirth lies in the sight of a super-
cilious one who magnificently stubs her toe upon an upturned clod.

Sydney Smith, like Addison, expressed contempt for puns and yet he
made several bad enough to earn notoriety for excellence. Charles Lamb
had admiration for the pun. "It is a noble thing, per se — a sole digest of
reflection; it is entire; it fills the mind; it is as perfect as a sonnet —
better. It limps ashamed in the retinue of Humor — it knows it should
have an establishment of its own."

And yet, for you, I give no formula for the constituents of humor.
Each to his own theory!

Around the Kitchen and Through the Frying Pan

Dear Imogene —

This letter to you is leaning on a copy of G. K. Chesterton's auto-
biography. The book has a red cover on which G. K. Chesterton's signa-
ture appears — and I must say his handwriting is terrific; but somebody
has said "strange handwriting has to do with genius" and nothing to do
with that great team of Zaner-Bloser. The reason I mentioned hand-
writing hinges upon my trying to read the fourth chapter of the above
mentioned book and at the same time to jot down the good old market
list. The fourth chapter, by the way, is entitled, "How to be a Lunatic" —
I almost wrote the last few words on the top of the market paper. (In
my last letter to you I explained how I became housekeeper for the
present.)

To be able to decide from among the many ads in newspapers, from
beautiful pictures of food in magazines and from high pressure radio
programs, the great difference between thick and thin skinned oranges is
just like reasoning out the arguments of Tweedledum and Tweedledee
as they sat under the umbrella. And so I came to the conclusion that a
technique developed around "going to the store" or should I say "leaving
the store — safely" was necessary.

There is a man named H. G. Wells. He writes outlines of things we
ought to know and when you own two such outlines you can read the
comics with a clear conscience — because the world's knowledge lies safely
on the bookshelf. I wish Mr. Wells would take a trip to the grocery
store sometime and really get down to business with a couple of pounds
of grapes. (I didn't know whether to consult the Ladies Hovic joiiruaVs
cooking school or call the Home Economic Department of the U. S.
Government.)

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What I am trying to tell you is that I bought a cookbook. The
book is grand. The first pages contain a list of encouraging things to be
remembered when friends drop in. Then there are three drawings. They
resemble floor plans of a house but in reality they are side views of a cow,
a lamb, and a pig. The first thing I did was to study the charts of these
animals so that I could tell the butcher just what I wanted. Since that
first trip to the butcher I have learned that the thing to do is forget the
chart and vamp the butcher. That accomplished, over a side of beef, it
was necessary to tell him what the menu would be for the next day, so
that he could think over what kind of meat I was talking about. While
he was doing his thinking, he was busying himself with cutting ends off
a large piece of meat and throwing them to the cat. After a few more
conversation pieces to the cat, who by this time wore a very pleased
expression, he decided I needed just that kind of meat and when I pro-
tested that, after all, I wasn't interested in buying meat suited to the
appetites of cats: — he convinced me that the cat was a very special cat
and if the cat ate the meat it was O.K. — which sounded crazy — but it
must have been on the level because the meat was good.

Going to the store is interesting but the shocks received from the front
line trenches are back breakers. Home to a quiet dinner — only to find
four extra dropped in — yes, for dinner. I dashed into the kitchen and
found the cook to be temperamental over beets that were giving her some
trouble and a steak which she vowed would be tough. I finally persuaded
her to take the skins off some more potatoes and then I set about finding
out what the book said about extras for dinner. I chased upstairs, found
the book, and opened to the first page — a picture of Ida Bailey Allen. There
she stood, looking heavenward. In her hand were a series of spoons — you
know the kind that are all hinged together. You have seen them in the
stores but every time you reach into your purse to buy them you suddenly
decide that the baby needs a new Vant-a-Vest, and the spoons stay in the
store. Sometime I'll tell you how I learned about Vant-a-Vests if you'd
like to hear the story. Well, there stood Miss Allen all dressed up in a
neat apron and leaning against a shiny topped red table. From the picture
you could see she was turning over the last egg, adding that last pinch of
salt, and warning you to turn off the gas. In the middle of all this, I
noticed "Alice in Wonderland" stood high on the bookshelf and since she
was more inviting than advice to cooks — suddenly I was reading the tale
of the mouse. I was halfway down the tale when a smoky odor reached
me. I don't remember going down the steps — but I do remember eating
a dinner full of knowing looks on the part of the guests. I haven't yet
figured out those side glances — but I was wishing to be tucked away in
the blackness of the oven.

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Please write a long letter and tell me your latest experiences.

Yours,

Mahala.

The Need of Humor in Children's Literature

Do you recall how the Elephant's Child, when he returned from
the great, grey-green greasy Limpopo river with a brand new
nose, used it to spank all his dear families for a long time, until
they were very warm and greatly astonished — and what a joyful perform-
ance that seemed to be to you as well as to him? Can you still see with
your mind's eye the antics of the Tar Baby? Did you squirm with delight
when the whole procession, including the army of soldiers and the crab,
were inside the stomach of the Greedy Cat? Have you a feeling of affinity
for those who beam at the thought of Tom Sawyer's cleverness in the
episode of whitewashing the fence? Do you remember with pleasure the
delicious nonsense of The Walrus and the Carpenter? Did you used to
enjoy Edward Lear's limericks and try to write similar ones yourself?
Are you still able to enjoy wheezles and sneezles, or Tweedledum and
Tweedledee? Do these suggest a long list of stories and poems which,
because of their fun, added joy to your childhood and left a lasting mark
on your outlook on life?

We asked some children to tell about the funniest poems and stories
they know, and what makes them funny. It is usually unwise, if not
positively harmful to probe into the why of children's tastes and judg-
ments, but at the risk of making them a bit self-conscious we got this:
They thought the idea of spanking their relations extremely laughable,
and they thought that the character who maneuvered himself out of
doing what his mother and his aunts wished him to do, was funny indeed.
And it was such fun, they said, when characters "got into scrapes" or
talked the way the Irish talk, or did things backward, or were very fat
and funny looking, or did things that embarrass others, or when a boy
thought himself the best boy in the whole world, or did bad things like
taking ribbons off graves.

We asked the somewhat trite question — "What's the good of reading
funny stories anyway?" The answers were: "They keep you in good
humor"; "they help you forget your worries"; "they make a variety to
your reading"; "they help pass the time away"; "some of the poems are
a whole mouthful"; "they feel good on your tongue".

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Students of English, and mental hygienists have carried on learned
research into the cause and effects of humor, and their findings agree with
the judgments of the children. The children speak for a varied literary
diet, for a release from worry, and for something to keep them in a good
humor. The elders say that a person without a sense of humor is not well
equipped to meet life as it is, that an ability to see the funny side of an
event often saves a tense situation, and solutions are thus found for
problems that seemed quite impossible of solution. They say, too, that a
sense of humor can be cultivated, and regard literature as an excellent
means of gaining practice in enjoying many kinds of humorous people
and situations.

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine" is an old saying. The
merry heart that comes from enjoying humorous literature has therapeutic
value for the spirit, and who knows how much more far reaching the
influence of such a merry heart may be? A quiet chuckle or a hearty
laugh clears the tenseness of emotionalized situations. Fear slinks harm-
lessly away; tragedy's sharp edge is tempered by a smile. The merry heart
is the kind of medicine that blesses him who gives and him who takes.
It makes the person who possesses it attractive to others. The boy or girl
who develops a good sense of humor has a useful mental and social
resource. It is fortunate, indeed, that such a sense can be cultivated
and developed.

The tendency to stress purposeful reading is thought by some to
stand in the way of the children of today getting as much humor in
their literature as is wholesome and desirable. The problem has been with
us for a long time. The early literature written for children, in fact all
to which they had access, was written with a moral purpose, and was
serious, if not positively gloomy. Recent years have brought a rapid
change, and among the flood of attractive books for children, there are
numerous examples of those meant to entertain, in which both story and
illustration give evidence of the author's understanding of child nature
and of his determination to devote the best of his art for the pleasure and
profit of young folks. Some of these stories and poems are humorous
throughout; as for example Mr. Possum's Sick Spell, and The Owl and
the Pussy Cat; others such as Caddie Woodlawn and Bird's Christmas
Carol have humor here and there in contrast to the soberer narrative,
bringing fun to the reader at various intervals, much in the way that
life brings it as it moves on from day to day. However, there is still a
dearth of enough humorous stories and poems for children of all ages. In
case any of you desire to turn your hand to supplying the lack, it might
be well to consider further what makes for fun in literature.

Reference has already been made to some research in the field of

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humorous literature for children. One study (Kimmins, 1928) lists these
among other conditions favorable to laughter: novelty, and out-of-the-
wayness; physical deformities, additions being more laughable than reduc-
tions — a fat man funnier than a lean one; breaks of rule and order such
as a soldier out of step; small misfortunes, like the loss of a hat or
seasickness; pretense or making believe, such as that of unmasking an
imposter; want of knowledge or skill, as in skating, bicycling, or incom-
petency unmasked in self-assertive people; riddles, verbal play, amusing
witticisms, bulls, inversions. Each of these items may suggest a story or
the name of a writer who is master of that especial type of humor.
Surely Lewis Carroll for riddles and some verbal play; Kipling for amusing
inversions. Another theory and classification of humor is followed by
Ruth Wells, in research studies with older children. She based her tests
on four types: slapstick situations, which involve someone else in an
accidental predicament; satire, which is a ridicule of customs and insti-
tutions; absurdity, which is recognized by ludicrous contrasts; and
whimsey, which presents the foibles and inconsistencies in such a way
that the reader shares with the author the amused glow of realization and
acceptance. These types of humor in themselves suggest the great variety
of humorous tales, which meet, each in their own way, some fundamental
psychological needs. That is, if children and stories can be brought
happily together. If we cannot be really creative by writing new stories,
we can at least be re-creative by helping to bring the right book, to the
right child, at the right time.

It seems unnecessary to prove that happiness is a right of childhood,
or that stories, which bring the relaxation of a hearty laugh or even a
mild glow of amusement, are as natural a diet for children as clover is
for rabbits. From the youngest children who laugh at Humpty Dumpty,
to the level of the young sophisticate who claims to have got her most
recent laughs from "I, Patience", our children need all the protection from
the buffets of life which can be provided by the armor of a merry heart.

Irene M. Steele

Principal, Cam pus School.

Visitor: "How old are you, son?"

Modern Boy: "That's rather difficult to sa\% sir. According to my
recent school tests I have a psychological age of 11, and a moral age of
10. Anatomically, I'm 7; mentally I'm 9. But suppose you refer to my
chronological age; that is 8. But nobody pays any attention to that
these days.

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Punch and Judy

PUNCH is probably a descendant of some burlesque actor of ancient
Rome. From the Improvised Comedy and Masked Comedy of the

fifteenth and sixteenth centuries the character was transferred to the
puppet show. The Punch and Judy showman still uses a mouthpiece like
the whistle used to imitate the voices of the tragic actors speaking through
their masks.

Carried by traveling showmen from one country to another, Pulci-
nella spread from Italy to the whole of medieval Europe. In England he
became Punchinella; in France, Polichinella; in Germany, Kasperle; in
Turkey, Karagues, or ''Black Eye".

It was in England that the epic grew up about the personality of
Punch which excluded his fellow actors, Harlequin, Brighella, Pantaloon,
and the other traditional characters. "He acquired a wife and child and
a dog Toby and fell afoul of the Law and Devil."

These are the characters that appear in a typical show, given in the
order of their appearance and subsequent murder, with the exception of
Toby, the Constable, the Police Officer and Hector, the horse, they are:
Punch, Toby, Scaramouche, Judy, the child, Polly (his girl friend),
Hector, Doctor, Servant, Blind Man, Constable, Police Officer, Jack Ketch,
and the Devil.

Some of Vunch's Jokes

Lullaby he sings to the Child

Oh, rest thee, my darling.

Thy mother will come,
With voice like a starling: —

I wish she were dumb!

Doctor — (Speaking of the fiddle)

Can you play?
Punch — I do not know till I try.

Chief Justice — You're a murderer, and you must come and be hanged.
Punch — I'll be hanged if I do.

Jack Ketch (trying to get Punch to come out to be hanged) — Come

directly.
Punch — I can't; I got one bone in my leg.
Jack Ketch — And you've got one bone in your neck but that shall soon

be broken.

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Besides his regular stock, of jokes. Punch introduced innovations to
meet the events of the day.

After the battle of the Nile, Lord Nelson held a dialogue with
Punch on one of the street stages. He was endeavoring to enlist the aid
of Punch in fighting the French.
Lord Nelson — "Come, Punch, my boy. I'll make you a captain or a

commodore, if you like it."
Punch — "But I don't like it; I shall be drowned."

Lord Nelson — "Never fear that; he that is born to be hanged, you know,
is sure not to be drowned."

Mary Washblrx, Sr.

And So To Stand !

The machine has been blamed for practically everything that can't
be otherwise explained more satisfactorily.

"What caused the depression?"

"The machine."

"What is threatening to shorten the span of man's years?"

"The machine."

"What — (wait until we finish our question, even if vou do know
all the answers) has four wheels and flies? Fooled you, didn't we?"

All of the above may be old stuff to you, but did you ever consider
the effect of the machine upon our posture? Literally, we are being tied
into knots by this supposed servant of man, and that's not so good. Let
us consider a few deplorable, but representative cases.

Who of us has not beheld with heartfelt sympath\' an unfortunate
individual whose head was turned sharplv to one side, chin thrust forward
at an acute angle, and whose eyes were straining into space, groping,
groping for that which can never be seen: the second half of the "funny
papers". What an object of sympathy he is to those of us who have tried
to read a newspaper separated from us by a chasm of three seats and
two necks, on that devilish device, the street car.

Do you see that man coming toward us? I knew him when he was
perfectly normal. Look at him now: body hunched, legs crooked, he
seems to shiver continuously. His story is a simple, familiar one: too
many rides in rumble seats.

Another familiar type of posture is also attributed to the auto-
mobile. The body under normal conditions does not exhibit this attitude,
but it is assumed so readily that it might be considered a simple reflex.
At random, observe a person walking along the side of a road. Now,
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into the air, and his thumb twitches nervously. The car passes, and his
posture once more becomes normal, apparently. Unfortunately, this
man's case is chronic so not easily cured.

I could continue indefinitely, but I believe that I have made suffi-
ciently clear the effect of machines upon human posture. What then, is
posture?

Doctors have succeeded in defining posture in such terms that we
average people either don't understand the definition, or don't believe it.
As my contribution to mankind, allow me to clear up all mysteries
enveloping this word. Posture: The way you look tonight.

Herbert Stern.

Laugh, Thespian, Laugh

THE theater has given us many fine comedies. A clever play pro-
vides much entertainment for the audience and the cast. However,
some of the most amusing incidents are not called for in the script
or stage directions. Professional actors, to be sure, have written books
about their humorous experiences in the theater. Amateurs, too, have
their adventures, and almost any theater lover can tell you of such
occurrences. We shall pass on to you a few incidents, contributed by
some of our own "Mummers".'''

When a player wears a strange costume or makeup, his liability to
mishap is greatly increased. — In the presentation of a melodrama, the
villain, of course, wore a fierce black moustache. The heat of two glaring
spotlights beating on his face soon loosened the "tickler", and made its
remaining in place very improbable indeed. The villain therefore held the
moustache to his lip with one hand and used the other for gestures. The
dramatic action of the plot made it imperative that he use both hands
freely. Still holding the moustache, he backed off stage, from which
refuge he shouted his lines while someone hastily reapplied the spirit
gum. — Actresses who are not used to trains very often trip over them
and fall, quite out of character. Hoop skirts present another problem.
One young actress, upon rising, found her hoop skirt, frame, ruffles, and
all, in a rather collapsed condition about her feet.

Stage setting or properties may also figure in unexpected happenings.
Broken or untimely curtains, wabbHng or falling props, and the forgetting
of essential properties are all within expectations. — In the play Secret
Service, a troupe of soldiers rushes on stage through a curtained doorway.
One forgot to dip his rifle as he entered, and consequently found himself
downstage with the portieres over the end of his gun. He had the

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presence of mind to cast tlicm oft in disgust. — At a very dramatic moment
in //(', the first mate is to come to the head of the stairs leading down into
the set and report the sighting of whales. The actor playing the part
made a misstep, however, and rolled down the steps onto the stage,
shouting "Whales below!" — A group of characters on stage in Wc Ameri-
cans is to drink a toast. One of the characters had not been informed as
to the real nature of the tall glass' contents, and supposed that some
"stage liquor" would be substituted. He therefore gulped it down without
hesitation. He was so surprised and overwhelmed by his discovery that
he was absolutely unable to speak his lines, making it necessary for the
other to "ad lib". Another actor observed the character's facial expression
and predicament, and was so amused thereby that he went into silent
hysterics; there had to be "ad libbing" in place of his lines also.

The mention of "ad libbing" automatically brings to mind the
delayed entrance. An actor may have reason for missing his cue, but
most times the excuse is not valid. In a production of Holiday, two
characters on stage were about to exit, giving young Julia her cue for
entrance. The cue was given — but no Julia. Then came several minutes
of "ad libbing", during which the actors could see in each others' eyes the
desire to drag JjiJia on the stage by her hair. This was forestalled by the
appearance of Jtdia, nonchalantly sauntering in. About five lines later
came the cue for young Ned to enter. No Ned. The "ad libbing" had
progressed almost to the point of reciting the Gettysburg address when
Ned casually happened in. The explanation came later. Ned and Julia
had been making love backstage.

Members of an audience may also cause ludicrous situations. A
melodrama was being performed for the inmates of a certain institution.
The hero in the play, having learned the daughter is to marry the villain,
turns to the exit and says, "But I'll be back! I'll be back! I'LL BE
BACK!" At this point an inmate arose, waving his chair over his head,

and said, "You come back, you , and I'll break this chair over

your head!" — It is sufficient to say that such incidents are not peculiar
to mentally deficient audiences.

Yes, the stage afi^ords much jollitv for its devotees — and not alone
the theatrical stage, but the stage that is "All the world".

Evelyn A. Fiedler.

"'Note: Most of the stories arc cither personal experiences or observations of
Sidney Pcrclstein and Samuel Miller.

Skippy: "What kind of energy was it when I was in High School

and ?"

Helene: "Wasted energy."

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Your Predicament ?

Only the sounds of muffled breathing could be heard in the inky
blackness. Then the strains of sweet music came floating towards him, —
music that turned the blood in his veins into a molten stream.

How often had he lived through the same moments. Why was he
such a coward? Why couldn't he tell her those few words that would
change everything?

He grasped the arms of his chair and leaned towards her. Was it
possible that she didn't realize? And then he checked himself. It was
no use; he had tried before, but never had he got any farther than this.
Dejectedly he sank back into his seat.

It was maddening to go on like this. He could stand it no longer.
He would tell her. Surely, when she understood she would say yes. And
if she didn't, he could leave, — go anywhere — what difference did it make?

Acting before his new born strength could leave him, he leaned
forward again. Gently he placed his hand upon her shoulder, and pleaded
in a barely audible whisper, "Lady, would you please remove your hat?
I can't see the stage." tt o

Are You A Punster?

CONSIDER the lowly pun. Mr. Webster defines it in part as follows:
"A pun is a play on words producing an odd or ludicrous effect; a
kind of verbal quibbling." It is also true that punning has pro-
duced a surprising amount of verbal quibbling as to its merit. This much
maligned style of nonsense lays claim to being a form of humor mainly
because its enemies and critics have sought to crush it out of existence
by calling it the "lowest form of humor". By so doing, they establish
the fact that it is at least humorous. Some fun, eh?

Few words in our language are exempt from usage (or misusage)
in this form. The antiquity of this style of wit is established by the
undeniable fact that Adam and Eve raised Cain. (Ed: "Quote your
authority on that, please.) Violent anathema is likely to be the lot of
the gentle heckler who attempts to practise this branch of the fine arts
in the presence of those haughty, unbending individuals who disdain to
recognize his efforts. Probably everyone has seen or experienced something
similar to the following:

First Ingrate: "I lost twenty dollars on the horses last week."
Ye Humble Humorist: "Gosh, that's turf. Most followers of the
horses do have a sod tale to tell."

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lirst Inj^ratc: "Is that supposed to be funny?"

Second Ditto: "Don't laugh. It only encourages him more."

Third Unworthy: "Oh, that was terrible."

Of course, the actual merit of the pun, good, bad, indifferent, or
otherwise is never considered. But let me take this opportunity to thank
all would-be reformers who react frigidly or not at all to puns, because
m.iny, many times have I held my sides and chortled inwardly to see
haughty disdain and laughter struggle for control on some classical map.

Some puns are of the composite type, being two words combined
into one and sounding like the original two. Some are a single word with
two meanings. There are other variations available. But "low humor"
or not, sharp perception is required to recognize the verbal possibilities
of a situation and form a skillful remark using this form of humor.

Many of our best comedians are guilty of indulging in puns. Ex. 1
"We decided to sell our oil heater and let the janitor furnace the heat
for us." Ex. 2 "Shelley often rose before dawn to write his poems. It
was remarked that he seemed to be going from bed to verse." As to
which ones used these two, I ain't a-sayin'.

One of the Roman emperors greatly enjoyed the diversion afforded
by punning. George Washington was frequently given to using this form
of humor and Mark Twain was not averse to it. Our own esteemable Mr.
Walther has upon occasions employed this device skillfully and to good
purpose. (Have you never heard him remark that the raw, raw material
is found in colleges? — or something similar?)

To what does all this lead? A mere bit of sound advice to the unsus-
pecting reader: "When next a pun chances to fall on your ear (i.e. —
when next you 'ear a punster at play) relax and let yourself go. Bj
yourself! Too many people have rheumatism of the laugh muscles, and
just because it's not acclaimed the world's finest by most critics is no
sure sign that it's not worth a laugh instead of a frown. — and if you
think it's so easy, try it yourself, sometime!

. . . Yours trulv . . .

L. E. W.

Not A Mortal

"What fools these mortals be" — Puck.

I was born several years ago. The exact number I refuse to divulge.
I'm not dead, even though there are some "dead" jokes perpetrated in my
name. During my lifetime I've seen people reach for wallets with strings
on them, pick up hats with bricks under them, eat candy with pepper

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in it, and chew on various sorts of food constructed from rubber. All the
victims of these hoaxes were most embarrassed, but somewhat mollified
when my magical name was uttered after the acts. But what puzzled me
is why people resent these acts. For, doesn't every wallet have a string
attached, or are you too young to know? Doesn't every hat have a brick
under it, or are you too intelligent? Aren't there such things as pepper-
mint candies, and don't tell me you were never a child! And how about
foods? Don't you wonder sometimes whether you dare to swallow some
of it? Whereas, if it were of rubber, you'd know; and would not suffer
from indigestion later.

I think my reasoning is sane. At least, it has more to it than the
motley fool had to his when he saw that it was ten o'clock, foretold it
would be eleven o'clock one hour hence, and knew it had been nine
o'clock one hour before. However, I'm not a Shakespearean fool, for I'm
wiser than my brother who was a mortal. I'm an April Fool who defies
you to find me.

What's Your I. 0. or Mental Monkey shines?

WITH due apologies to the old Life, to the West Pointer, to the
Carnegie Puppet, to the Navy Log, and to anyone who desires
them, we take the liberty of offering our own questionnaire. For
any plagiarisms, intentional or otherwise, please forgive us. The rules of
the game are simple: keep track of your correct answers, multiply by the
date of your birth, add your maiden name and you'll have the telephone
number of that green-eyed redhead. The first one sending a correct list
of answers to the Tower Light office with an affidavit that they didn't
peek will receive my permission to occupy my seat in the coming pro-
fessionals. So on with the mental monkeyshines.

1. Newell Hall is (1) a fortune teller (you know, sees hall, knows
hall); (2) something that holds the girls in; (3) one of the dormi-
tories that adds beauty to our campus.

2. Glen is the name of (1) last year's May King; (2) Miss Brown's
current interest; (3) nature's loveliest haven on our campus.

3. Alma Mater is the name of (1) the song that leaves that lump in
your throat; (2) "Ubie's" girl friend; (3) that green-eyed redhead.

4. "Gladly would we learn, gladly teach" is found (1) over the door
of the main entrance of the Ad building; (2) on a shield near the
assembly doors; (3) in the hall of the Campus Elementary School.

5. Chi Alpha Sigma is (1) our astronomy course (you know Greek);
(2) Honor Society of Our College; (3) most of us wouldn't know.

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6. "England expects every man to do his duty" was warbled by ( 1 )
Mrs. Simpson; (2) Mrs. Simpson's papa; (3) Nelson.

7. The Tower Light is (1) the candle in the window; (2) the amal-
gamation of our best literary efforts; (3) that which guides us
while in the depths of gloom.

8. Richmond Hall is (1) one of the most comfortable places in our
dorm; (2) the local strong boy; (3) the place where lights never go
out before 12 on a week-end.

9. Our lover's lane is called (1) "Teacher's Test"; (2) "Professional
Promenade"; (3) York Road.

10. A Marshal is one (1) who belongs to the finest of old Virginian
families; (2) who loves our assemblies and makes us like them (or
else) ; (3) who wears a blue band on his arm.

11. The War of the Roses was fought between (1) the Martins and the
Coys; (2) the Stuarts and the Tudors; (3) the Towson Teachers
and Frostburg Teachers.

12. Towson 408 is the phone number of ( 1 ) Towson Fire Department;
(2) the latest little lady in our dorm; (3) the student telephone in
the dorm.

13. One of these statements is true: (1) the assemblies are getting more
interesting; (2) I stand among the first ten in my class; (3) black
cows eat green grass and give white milk.

14. The Book Shop is (1) where most of us buy candy; (2) the new
addition to our library; (3) where books are sold.

15. Glen Esk is the (1) covered fireplace in the Glen; (2) the sanctuary
of our president; (3) Institute for the promulgation of Greek
thought.

Answers on page 44.

On Opening Up A Newspaper

"Europe Seems in Great Turmoil"

The big, black headlines fairly boil

Hitler made a Rhineland move

And got himself into a grove

With the League of Nations who tried their best

To employ oil sanctions while

Mussolini (the Pest)

Demanded the whole and only the whole

Of Ethiopia — That's II Duce's goal.

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France is frustrated just at this stage

At Hitler, then at Eden she directs her rage

The Spanish are in a very sad state

With France, the SociaUsts just don't rate.

Page 2 carries the pictures of a starved little kid

In the war-infested area of old Madrid.

On Page 3 Dizzy Dean makes a record bat
And Jean Harlow declares she's getting too fat.
"Six Gunmen Shoot a Grocery Man"
Asco peas sell at a dime a can.

Aunt Ada advises "Don't go steady"

To a girl who signs her name "Brown Betty"

Culinary hints there are galore

To make two sponge cakes seem like more.

Then the column "Life in these United States"

Tells how an ice-man won the Irish Sweepstakes.

Kidnappers' lives the people won't spare

Christopher Billopp's column is full of fun

And always boasts a hilarious pun.

Miss Nyberg talks about wild escapades

And Culbertson tells you why he bid four spades.

China's also having some civil strife

Marshal Chang wants to give the General the Knife,

And as we go to the bottom of the page

The weather man predicts the snow of the age.

I sigh and say, "It's all a hoax

And turn my attention to Oaky Doaks!

R. Benjamin, Fr. 1,

Why Newspapers Are Like Women

1. They are thinner than they used to be.

2. There is a bold faced type.

3. Back numbers are not in demand.

4. They have a great deal of influence.

5. Every man should have one of his own and not chase after his
neighbor's.

Helene White, Jr. 1.
■ — The Log.

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The Library — At Your Service
Extra !

I ATE "Children's Song Index" out! It is in the Reference Department.
Let's use it.
■^ "But what is it? What is it for?"

The Children's Song Index is a comprehensive index to 189 collec-
tions of children's songs and folk songs, and provides a well-balanced list.

"How do we know it is well-balanced?"

"It has been selected with the collaboration of specialists in this field."

"How do you use it?"

"First is given a Catalogue of Collections indexed by title and
author, where grades are indicated, and thirty-three volumes are starred
as the most desirable for first purchase in smaller libraries and schools.

Following this are main entries for over 22,000 songs, listed by title,
first line, composer, author, and subject in one alphabet.

The title entry gives the fullest information.

The subject entries will provide a valuable aid in planning the music
curriculum. Songs are listed on a wide variety of subjects which will
furnish material related to almost any project or activity.

The author's entries may be used to relate the instruction in music
to the work in literature. These entries will also form a partial guide
to poems, by well-known authors, which have been set to music. Songs
suitable for programs on specific countries are arranged under the name
of the country, and should be an asset in making units on any country.

The Library staff has just added this book to our library in the hope
that it will be of real help to us.

B. RovsTON, Sr.

Bruere, M. B. and M. R. — "L(/«,i;/)/«,i; T/.nir \\"r;v" — New York, M.icmill.in Com-
pany, 1934.

In this book the writers compile many different types of humor
written bv American women. The excerpts are very entertaining and very
enlightening, for, as Cicero says, joking "verv often disposes of extremely
ugly matters by proofs."

Harriet Beecher Stowe is remembered for the furious tempest aroused
by "Uncle Tom's Cabin", but it also must be remembered that in this
same book she created two of the most amusing characters of all American
literature, Topsy and Miss Ophelia. Mary Mapes Dodge was another
American humorist of the same period. She was the wife of a New York
lawyer and wrote many anecdotes about her slaves.

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The illustrations in the book, painted by various American cartoonists,
are most entertaining, and although they often give but a part of a delight-
ful passage of wit, they are always welcome.

Later on, after publishers found that women's humor brought in great
profits, women produced more quips and quirks for the public. A very
successful group were the "versifiers" Phoebe Gary, Margaret Sangster,
Sara Henderson Hays, and others. Phoebe Gary's "Limerick" is very
popular:

For beauty I am not a star.
There are others more handsome by far;
But my face I don't mind it,
For I am behind it.
It's the people in front that I jar.
Alice Hegan Rice and Myra Kelley wrote still another kind of
humor — human interest stories. Alice Hegan Rice is the creator of the
immortal "Mrs. Wiggs of the Gabbage Patch." Myra Kelley shows in
her book "Little Gitizens" how free from racial prejudice a teacher must
be. She tells of the case of family strife among the immigrants. Every-
body in Sadie's home "had a mad on" everyone in Eva's home until
Eva's home burned down, and her family moved to Sadie's home. Then
the families "had a glad on" each other because Eva's father is "now
'mos as rich as Van'pelt".

Mary Roberts Rinehart is remembered for many things, but pri-
marily because of her character study of Tish. Another writer of character-
study is Anne Gammeron who for three years told of the adventures of
Mrs. O'Malley in the Saturday Evening Posf.

Gornelia Otis Skinner is, perhaps, the best known producer of the
skit. Her compositions are very clever; she describes an elevator that
"shot up in spasmodic spurts, went into delicate swoons between floors,
and shuddered when it stopped." "The office is a beehive where the
workers are out to lunch!"

Gertrude Stein is a "highbrow" humorist. Gritics cannot decide
whether she writes sense or nonsense.

In what direction will women laugh their ways in the future? As
American civilization goes, so will the women laugh.

Katherine Feaser, Fr. 9.

Well, Carolyn — -"An Outliite of Humor" — New York, G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1923.
"We are told that the cave man's mentality was similar to that of a
bright little contemporary boy of five. This theory would give him the
power of laughter at simple things and it seems only fair to assume that
he possessed it." From the earliest examples of humor extant, the cari-
catured drawings and carvings of the cave man, up to the best examples

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of humorous writing before 1900, Carolyn Wells has attempted to give a
true history of the development of humor. There are many obstacles in
the way of such an undertaking: the facts that much humor cannot be
dissociated from drawings, much cannot be translated into English
without losings its force, that humor in its broadest sense includes wit
and philosophy and is often inextricably tied up with other emotions,
that humor and a sense of humor are not the same thing at all, that no
one has furnished a completely satisfactory, definite, analytical descrip-
tion of the thing called humor. In spite of the handicaps, the editor has
produced an outline valuable in several ways — as a reference work, as an
anthology, or as a book to be read for pleasure, if the reader is interested
in enjoying all the subtle connotations and variations involved in the art
of humor in its large sense. Miss Wells, herself something of a humorist,
has included a resume of the various theories of "what is funny", from
Plato to the present. Examples of humor from better known and more
available writers are not too lengthy, while many delightful quotations
from old or obscure wits are included. One might regret that the book
does not include pictorial humor and twentieth-century humor. But to
compile such a volume would be well-nigh impossible.

J. Klier, Jr. 7.

TowNSEND, F. H. — "Piiiuh Druu/iigs" — New York, Frederick A. Stokes Co.

Audacious, decided, daring, vigorous, satirical — and still dozens more
adjectives can not really describe the work of Mr. Townsend in his
"Punch Drawing". Ridiculing fearlessly, he spares none in his poignant
wit. Slums, palaces, theaters, sports, speech, chivalry, politics, the "King's
Navy", Parliament, Crown Prince — all are treated in the same unaffected
way — without hesitancy, with decided conviction. Not words but line
drawings tell his stories. How amusing and yet how sad are the truths
they portray! J. Bernard Partridge in his foreword to this collection says
of him: "He was too individual to owe more than a borrowed hint or
two to anyone", and later, "Joyousness, sanity, and sureness of his
power were explicit in all he did." Two short sentences, but they tell
sincerely and honestly Mr. Townsend's personality — a personality clearly
seen in his work.

Frances L. Jones, Jr. 7.

Dr. Lynch (during a discussion concerning specific gravity): "If I
had 100 cc. of alcohol, what -would happen?"
Pauline: "You'd get tight."

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The Use of Cartoons Today

Although cartoons are rarely looked upon for any other purpose
than entertainment they do have a definite influence on the affairs of the
world. Corey, in his treatise on the cartoon, defines it as the "most
powerful instrument for the upbuilding or the suppression of private and
public ambitions that is permitted to exist under the sacred and inviolable
protection of the freedom of the press." The cartoonist may express with
a few deft strokes what the editor dare not write; he can even sway
public opinion to an alarming degree, far exceeding the power by the
most accomplished writer of printed words.

An example of the force exerted by the cartoonist is found in his
part in political situations. By dealing with the men and forces involved,
he can portray in pictures more of the "sinister hypocrisy" of the problem
than can a clever editorial published in a widely read daily paper. A point
should also be made of the fact that cartoons have a peculiar drawing
power which causes them to be appreciated by many, whereas editorials,
however skillfully worded, are read by relatively few.

Satire is the strongest weapon of the cartoonist and can be shown to
have produced many striking results in political affairs. "History records
the final repudiations of ex-Senator Lorrimer as largely due to the concen-
trated onslaught of American cartoonists." In numerous cartoons by well-
known workers in the field he was pictured as "Buffalo Bill Lorrimer,
Rough Rider of the Senate." To appreciate the ludicrousness of this, one
must really see the prominent ex-member of the Senate depicted attempt-
ing to ride a chair much in the style and manner of a "Wild West" hero
astride a bucking broncho.

Many cartoons, particularly those of the tropical type, point a
moral. This is usually suggested to the mind of the artist by some con-
temporary event of importance. Herbert Johnson has published in a
recent issue of the "Saturday Evening Post" a cartoon showing the many
factors opposing economic recovery. His cartoon, entitled simply "Herbert
Johnson's Cartoon" pictures the economic forces of recovery as a person
of much strength being held back and checked in progress by the over-
whelming forces of drought, floods, strikes, wars, and rumors of wars —
the latter impediments in the form of a menacing mob. Such a reproduc-
tion serves to bring more clearly to the minds of the public the detrimental
effect of the combined happenings of the present as well as to summarize
important situations and their effect on the world.

At the onset of a new season we are besieged with cartoons of the
seasonal kind. Hot Weather, the summer vacationist, Christmas shopping,
winter sports and public holidays all play a part in the field of cartoons.

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Cartoons make their appearance in international affairs with such
famous patron saints as Uncle Sam, John Bull of England, the "LittL-
Father of Russia", and the dapper I'rcnch diplomat with his conventional
waxed mustache playing outstanding roles. Countless opportunities for
meaningful cartooning are found in international complications, and it
is to the alert cartoonist that we owe much of our acquaintanceship with
and the understanding of the "World Today."

As a final caution, however, one must intelligently interpret cartoons
of any variety since biased views and misconceptions often enter into
their composition.

Naomi Warm bold, Jr. 3.

A Prayer for Laughter

(Seemingly out of place, but none the less seriously meant)

May I end my days on earth

When I have lost the power to laugh,

When in the darkest hours

I see no gleam of light.

For in each situation

One meets day after day

The storm is better weathered

If one sees the joyous side.

To laugh, if only at one's self.

Seems better far to me

For with that bit of laughter

Comes a little gust of wind.

Which clears the mind for thinking — ■

Thus enabling us to win.

So let me give to others

The power to see and laugh,

The necessary vision

Which foresees the brighter end

That they may have forever

An armor strong and firm —

For by clinging to the raft of joy,

One rides the sea of strife,

Avoids the many reefs of worry

And sails to calmer seas.

To man a gift was given,

A power to use at will,

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So be not stingy with it,

But laugh and sing and dance —

For there is far too much

Of weeping and of sighs

Which really help no one,

But cloud the mind with tears.

And clog the wheels of thought.

Another thing I've found —

That in the march of life

Two traits go hand in hand,

No! — Laughter clears the way
With courage close behind.

Evelyn Robe.

Correction and Addition

In my February article on simple musical instruments I made a
mistake, unintentionally and ignorantly, which furnishes an excuse to
write further on the subject.

I called a bazooka a "kazoo in disguise". That is not true. I had
reference to the drug store variety, made of tin. Bob Burns' original
bazooka is quite different. To get an idea of the way it works, put your
lips to a piece of gas pipe and blow. Add another pipe to slide neatly in
the first, add a funnel and a handle and you have a bazooka. It is
similar to the trombone, but is more limited in range. Technically, this
may be explained by saying that the bazooka, with a short, wide tube,
can sound only a variable fundamental, whereas the trombone sounds
harmonies. That's physics. Similar to the "genuwine" bazooka is the
music stand, played for the first time at the 1937 Men's Revue. The
music stand is equipped with a real mouthpiece, like a "sax" or clarinet.

If you have been bitten by the bug that bit me, you may be
attracted to a number of toy instruments to be found in music stores.
These are nothing but toys; their entire value lies in fooling the player
into thinking he is playing something else. There are two types — the
various tin "trombones", "bazookas", "trumpets", etc. equipped with a
kazoo mouthpiece, and the fake "clarinets", "saxophones", or "trumpets"
fitted with tuned (?) metal reeds. Although these fakes may look inter-
esting, steer clear of them. A comb, kazoo, or mouth organ will give
better results every time, if music is what you're after. A musical instru-
ment, however simple, should have its own intrinsic musical value; it
should permit and encourage growth; its purpose should be to allow
musical expression, as fully as possible, as easily as possible.

John Klier.

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Whence?

The origin of this mad custom of April Fool-ing cannot be traced
with any degree of certainty. In the Hterature of the eighteenth century
there are found many references to it, and yet beyond that, it is scarcely
possible to go.

One suggestion is, that the custom of playing tricks on the first day
of April was derived from some ancient pagan custom, such as the Huli
festival among the Hindus, or the Roman Feast of the Fools. Despite the
haze concerning its origin, the practice still prevails in many countries,
under various names, which would seem to indicate that it dates back to
the early history of the race. There is a tradition among the Jews that
the custom of making fools on the first day of April arose from the fact
that Noah sent out the dove on the first of the month, corresponding to
our April, before the water abated. To perpetuate the memory of the
great deliverance of Noah, and his family, it was customary on this
anniversary to punish persons who had forgotten the remarkable circum-
stances connected with the date, by sending them on some hopeless
errand similar to that on which the patriarch sent that luckless bird from
the windows of the ark.

L. R. Headley.

Rules for Happiness

Many have been the rules for living offered by great and lowly per-
sons from the store of their experiences.

In the February Journal of the National Education Association there
is a brief excerpt from "The Life of Alice Freeman Palmer", by her hus-
band, George Flerbert Palmer. Alice Freeman Palmer was a public school
teacher, president of Wellesley College, and later the wife of George
Herbert Palmer, a noted scholar, author, and teacher at Harvard. In the
summer she used to talk at a vacation school in the slums of Boston. To
the poverty stricken waifs of the school she gave three rules of happiness:

Commit something good to memory every day.
Look for something beautiful every day.
Do something for someone every day.

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D's Soliloquy

oh, to be a dreamer

With nothing more to do

Than fish, and swim, and eat and sleep

The whole day through.

Oh, to be a millionaire

With a lasting bank account.

To spend, to watch, and have a flare

With my ever increasing amount.

Oh, to be an eagle
Way up a mountain side,
Altho away from others
I would still have pride.

Oh, to be an admiral

With big brass buttons and sword.

Who walks, and talks, and eats and sleeps

And thinks he is a lord.

Oh, to be a teacher
To study, learn ancT teach.
To build up the character
Of the new species' speech.

Oh, for aught of these things
I would be thankful forever after,
But if God grant me any one
May my life be filled with laughter.

Non- Scents

William Tell

Had a sense of smell

That compared with his vociferous yell.

Which could be heard 'cross the wide Alps, from hill to dell:

It was indispensable that he have this olfactory puissance in order to sel

Swiss Cheese.

EAF

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TEAC HERS COLLEGE REC ORD

Assemblies

February 1 5

Miss Joslin helped give us a better understanding of the Cumberland
mountain folk of Kentucky by telling some of the history of that state.
The facts remain very much alive because of the many stories and books
written about Daniel Boone and other pioneers. At Harrodsburg you
may see the replica of Harrod's Fort with its heavily stockaded enclosures
and the rarest collection of pioneer tools and relics to be found in America.
The descendants of these pioneers are powerfully built and possess astonish-
ing endurance and self-control. They still weave the cloth for their
own clothing, use sorghum syrup as sugar. Many have never been as
far from home as their own county seat, and many families have never
owned a book, magazine or newspaper. While she taught at Berea College
and since, Miss Joslin has been most impressed by their humble respect
for education and the sacrifice and hard labor which they are willing
to exchange for it.

February 18

Mr. Holmes Mattee, who is at present engaged in photographing, in
color, the Mellon art collection, valued at fifty million dollars, spoke to
the assembly. The camera speaks the universal language, for it makes
daily records of life around us. Photography is a satisfying hobby, for one
does not need expensive equipment to enjoy it any time of the day or
night. Naturally, the object is to get pictures of the interesting thing.
Probably few of us will be as fortunate as Mr. Mettee, for after it had
been his hobby for nineteen years, photography became his vocation.

February 2 5 — March 9 — Open Forum

A rather more than ordinary share of animated conversation is to be
noticed as the students leave the assembly after hearing an Open Forum
discussion.

The purpose of these talks is to encourage students with speaking
ability, and who have interest in current affairs to discuss important
problems of the day with the student body. The interested student will
not only be encouraged but will take the opportunity to air his views.
The discussion leaders will eventually conduct meetings at the various
women's clubs throughout the state.

On February 2 5, Miss Eleanor Sewell of Fr. 2 spoke on the effects of
the New Deal. During the course of the talk and the ensuing discussion
it was found that on the whole the New Deal measures benefited certain

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groups and harmed others. However, since the Supreme Court declared
the N.R.A., A. A. A., etc. unconstitutional within a short time after its
creation, the worth of the New Deal can really not be decided.

With the air already heavily charged with heated discussion on the
Supreme Court issue, Richard Cunningham, Fr. 7, on March 9 gave us
the pros and cons of the situation. To mention a few of the arguments,
we find those opposed to the increase of justices declare that the president
is packing the court, and that there is a danger of dictatorship. The other
side states that Mr. Public, through his vote, has declared that he wants
liberal legislation, and no Supreme Court should interefere with the
desires of a majority of the people.

March 2

Dr. Earl Moore, of Johns Hopkins Hospital, spoke at a special assembly
about the most dangerous of social diseases, syphillis.

The disease was first introduced in Spain by one of Columbus' sailors
who had become infected in the West Indies. Within fifteen or twenty
years the scourge had spread through the whole of Europe. From 1493 to
190 5 nothing was learned except that the disease was transmitted by sexual
contact, might affect any part of the body, often w^as mistaken for other
diseases and could be transmitted to the unborn child. The only even
partial cure discovered was mercury. From 1905 to 1912 three more
important discoveries were made. Two Germans found the cause of
the disease — a germ that dies as soon as it dries and is unusually susceptible
to antiseptics outside the body. Wasserman perfected a blood test that
detects the presence of the disease even in its earliest stages. Finally a
drug was found that would kill the organism much more effectively
than mercury — (606).

In recent years the problem has been increasing in seriousness because
the disease is becoming more prevalent and cripples or kills more victims
than any other contagious disease. Other countries have been more
progressive than the U. S., in combative measures. In Sweden it has
become so rare that only seven cases are found per 100,000 people as
compared to 1090 among the white population and 2,900 among the
negro population of the U. S. "What can we as teachers do? Dr. Moore
thinks it is our duty to adopt a sane point of view and regard it as a
disease, omit the moral implications, educate parents through the P. T. A.,
and provide sex education for children.

March 4 — Dr. Elizabeth Nitchie

The author of "Criticism in Literature" and professor of English
Literature at Goucher College gave a charming talk on "Changing
Standards for Poetry in the 20th Century."

As a result of the increasing importance of science, particularly

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psychology, poetry has undergone considerable change. Poets concentrate
heavily upon sordid, neurotic, and disillusioning themes. Romanticism
still flourishes, chiefly in the novel, as can be seen in "Anthony Adverse"
and "Gone with the Wind". Poets such as E. A. Robinson keep the middle
course.

The language of poetry has also changed. Ars gratia ariis seems to
be the tenet followed by most of the bards. E. E. Cummings experiments
in original spelling; Gertrude Stein is well known for her apparently
nonsensical rhymes. Miss Stein comes to her defense by saying that "One
understands if one enjoys." Thus if apparently unintelligible word
patterns are pleasing to the ear, the listener can be certain that he
"understands" them.

It is hard to judge contemporary poetry, but as history tells us, the
ravages of time will not destroy the worthy material scattered within
all this modern experimentation.

March 1 5— Dr. Tall

Dr. Tall and Miss Brown attended the meeting of the Department
of Superintendence at New Orleans. While there. Miss Tall had an oppor-
tunity to visit the high-spots of this "old world" city after sixteen years
absence. "Glamorous" truly describes the French Quarter of the city. All
through New Orleans are examples of the exquisite iron grill work which
is found in the galleries, or porches as we could call them. And what a
history this French city has! New Orleans has lived under ten flags. The
inhabitants still express great fondness for Napoleon. Back in 1814 the
citizens wanted to bring him from Elba and let him live in New Orleans.
It was rather a surprise to hear that only New York City exceeds New
Orleans in the amount of maritime commerce carried on. Concerning
Huey Long, — the people of Louisiana speak of him as the "lamented
mnrtyr of the age" declaring that he was Louisiana's greatest benefactor.

Mrs. Coppage Speaks Effectively

SOON we shall be teachers and in most cases we'll be members of the
P. T. A. Yet few of us realize just what this organization is and
the important part it plays in establishing desirable relationships
between the school and the home.

Now we are having an opportunity to learn about the scope and the
importance of the organization. Prominent leaders of the Maryland
P. T. A. are giving a series of five lectures to the Seniors and Juniors of
the College. The first was given March 16, by Mrs. Ross Coppage, presi-
dent of the Maryland Congress of Parents and Teachers.

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In 1897 Mrs. Theodore Bierncy, Washington, D. C. and Mrs. Phoebe
A. Hearst organized a group of mothers for the purpose of educating
them. They named their organization the National Congress of Mothers,
but Liter changed it to the National Congress of Parents and Teachers.

At present, this organization, which began with a small group of
mothers, extends to forty-eight states. Its literature not only helps the
parents and teachers of the United States, but it reaches thirty-two
foreign countries as well.

The P. T. A. is non-commercial, non-sectarian, non-partisan, and is
non-interfering with school administration. It cooperates with organiza-
tions which work for the welfare of children, yet it joins with none of
them.

The objects of the organization are:

1 — To promote the welfare of children and youth in the home,

school, church and community.
2 — To raise the standard of home life.
3 — To secure adequate laws for the care and protection of children

and youth.
4 — To bring into closer relation the home and the school that parents

and teachers mav cooperate intelligently in the training of the

child.
5 — To develop between educators and the general public such united

effort as will secure for every child the highest advantage in

physical, mental, social and spiritual education.

Irene Shank, Sr.

Chi Alpha Winter Meeting

The mid-winter meeting of the Chi Alpha Sigma Fraternity was held
on March twelfth in Richmond Hall Parlor. There was an initiation of
the new members: Virginia Hagerty, Isadore Sokolow, and Melvin See-
man; Dr. Tall and Dr. Dowell followed this ceremony by giving the
members some very good advice and summarized briefly the newest
developments and changes within the college. This short business meet-
ing concluded, the audience were priviliged to hear a scholarly discussion
of "Reproduction and Heredity" by Dr. Tracy Morton Sonneborn,
Associate Professor of Zoology at Johns Hopkins University.

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Ho-Hum

A MUSICAL gentleman of the Freshman class (the violin to you)
set the alarm for five thirty to be awakened at two instead. On
the way to town he discovered his error too late and applied for
admission into a jail. He interrupted a very absorbing game and was
retired promptly to a cell. (Cellanese or cell and poker.)

Miss Shank's interest of the moment called her to ask if she pre-
ferred cut flowers or a corsage for Easter. Corsages are being served with
roots this year.

Who is Public Enemy number 69 in the dorm? Ask any porch
sleeper.

Miss Roach leaned romantically over the balcony Demonstration
Night and dropped her corsage to a waiting audience. (An accident, no
doubt, but quite the Shakespearian touch.)

The Junior should have dressed like Misses McElwain and Scarff in
their grass skirts, the added touch, you know.

Lillian Graybeal develops her own pictures. We can offer some
snappy candid camera shots.

4, 5, 6 is sweeping the dormitory like "Gone With the Wind" and
Monopoly. Blame it on the faculty.

Its the Irish in him. Windy Gordon was born on St. Patrick's Day.

Alma Taylor's arm was hurt in an aeroplane ride Demonstration
Night. Flying high., eh?

Gwen Sadler has an anchor.

You're getting fat, Mr. Greenfield. We advise a rowing machine or
a treadmill in your room.

An apple a day keeps the collector away. The Resident Student
Council is selling apples as a get-rich-quick scheme.

Miss Carpenter, why the red sweater during the week for confer-
ences? We thought that was saved for special occasions.

Miss Trott has adopted a new ground for rendezvous since the
coming of starers over the stair.

Miss Prickett caught Patsy on the street for Miss Tail's chauffeur.
She should go in for Maryland fox hunting.

Horses are the undying interest of Lady Brandt who voices her
sentiments about her hobby with numerous pins, etc.

The Freshman Swing session has had such an influence on the morale
of the school that Miss Washburn told her second grade pupil to "swing
it".

Gamerman is no longer a hermit. He attended the last dance.

Speaking of martyrs, the class system was revised with many suffer-
ing painfully for their Demonstration groups.

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Miss Van Bibber's dentist with "both hands in her mouth" began

to speak of a very controversial subject and she was unable to say anything
about it.

Songs to match. We gave ourselves the test.

1. All's Fair in Love and War — Mr. Hamilton

2. A Woman's Got a Right to Change Her Mind — Muriel Jones

3. A Fine Romance — Ubi and Alma

4. Did You Mean It — Ruth Day

5. Did I Remember? — Irene Shank

6. Gee, But You're Swell — Miss Dieff

7. Goodnight My Love — Waters and Gordon

8. I Can't Pretend — Marion Cunningham

9. It's So Easy to Love — Joyce Lippert

10. I'm in a Dancing Mood — Pauline Mueller.

11. It's D'Lovely — the Glen

12. I've Got You Under My Skin — Doris Eldridge

13. It it Any Wonder — Daurice Angulo

14. I'll Sing You a Thousand Love Songs — Bob Goldstein

15. It's the Gypsy in Me — Jane Lawrence

16. I Can't Escape from You — Assignments

17. Love and Learn — Maurice Schreiber

18. Love Marches On — Ella Maureen Jarboe

19. Mr. Ghost Goes to Town — Joe Moan

20. My Red Letter Day — ?

21. Midnight Blue — the laundry

22. One in a Million — Dr. Tall'

23. Pennies from Heaven — Miss Margaret Held

24. South Sea Island Magic — Junior Class

2 5. The Way You Look Tonight — Senior Class

26. Trust in Me — Elwood Beam

27. There's Something in the Air — May Dav

28. Under Your Spell— S. T. C.

29. With Plenty of Money and You — Alumni pay day.

30. When Mv Dream Boat Comes Home — Ruth Hunter

31. When Did You Leave Heaven — Bob Dawson

3 2. You Do the Darndest Things, Baby — Nora Howeth
34. You Turned the Tables on Me — report card

Human Triangle.

Dr. Lynch: "What is a formula?"

Jennie: "It's something the boys wear a Tuxedo to."

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Daily Duds

Monday —

Some of us have been talking about the spring clothes and the Easter
outfits we've seen. "Anything Goes" if it's becoming, we've decided.
There are sophisticated clothes, demure, conservative or dramatic clothes
just as you choose. The outcome of an outfit seems to be the way in
which the various articles are assembled.

Tuesday —

Another session tonight. Honestly, if we had one every night we'd
still discuss the same general topics — what we don't like about this or
that, actions here and there, the men (though we wouldn't admit it to
them), and clothes. "I have so much trouble getting clothes to fit me
right and the fit is all important" is a worn comment. The new, very
much flared, short skirts are for the slim but there are plenty of slim
skirts left for all the others, we find. Though the dresses really are
shorter this year each person should wear the length that is most
becoming, using the middle calf as usual rule. Waistlines are also getting
attention this year. Princess dresses are just fine if you're sure you don't
look like Mandy's washtub or Jack's beanstalk in them. And if you're
overly plump or short or both, don't go in for these high waisted effects
or you'll look like a stuffed toad. One new thing we learned tonight —
sleeves add or subtract pounds and inches. Long, full sleeves, loose hang-
ing, add to hips. A little fullness at the shoulder subtracts hips.. "Not
many styles are for the stout type," the group complained but they for-
get that one of the most popular creations is the flattering V-neck dress
which simply can't be worn by the thin oval face.

Wednesday —

Went shopping for hat and shoes this afternoon. "This is a very
new Little number. It just suits the lines of your face, honey," said the
salesgirl with a voice dripping honey (s). I felt like returning, "I don't
have wrinkles yet, thanks," to such aflFection but I suppose it's salesman-
ship so I refrained. Some hats have "nary" a ribbon and others steal all
the trimmin's — veils, ribbons, flowers, etc., not to mention those dramatic
chiffon trailers. Shoes! hooey, they're all alike!

Thursday —

Ah! a touch of originality and at school too. Miss Angulo wore a
black crepe street dress with peaked shoulders and on each shoulder was
a large pearl clip. Very nice! Had to jot that down. Too sleepy to
write more tonight. I

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Friday —

The rrcshmcn dance tonight. Boy, the heads have it. What? Every-
thing from huge hair-ribbons to blue flowers. There was a Httle girl who
had a big flower right in the middle of her forehead (sorry I didn't get
her name) . Did anyone have a flower larger than Molly Hollander perched
on top? If they did, I missed it. Virginia Arneal set off her crowning
glory by a lovely flowered black dress. Eleanor Williamson must be
studying ancient Greece according to her choice of style in a white satin
dress. Studying history brings good results. One Senior went ultra-
sophisticated on us. Did you see Marion Cunningham in black, trimmed
only with a row of brilliant red flowers? Some sophisticated prints were
noted among the first year girls — for instance Misses Sadler and Belt.
Miss Snoops was most attractive in green chiffon trimmed with three
harmonizing shades. Everyone looked so "personality plus" that I could
write forever but I just tried to remember types. Goodby for now.
Diary dear, I must get to designing those coronation dresses.

Madame Roberta.

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Freshman Swing Session

"Dear Diary",

"About A Quarter To Nine" on March 5th, "I Was In A Dancing
Mood". I heard the couples at the Freshman Dance shout "Swing Mr.
Charlie! (Vincent)". "But Definitely", "Without A Shadow Of A
Doubt", the decorations were "Delovely" and the dances were delightful,
being varied by a tricky novelty — the Multiplication Dance. Truly, it
was "An Invitation To Happiness" with all the girls "So Lovely To Look
At". It was "Too Marvelous For Words".

J. Y. N.

Alumni Note: In Bird Lore, January-February, 193 7, there is given
a December bird survey of Loch Raven, written by Haven Kolb, a
graduate of last year. Mr. Kolb is very interested in natural sciences
and is receiving recognition for his studious work. We offer commenda-
tions for his achievement.

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Come — Gome — Come

If I told him, would he know it?
Would he know it if I told him?
What is happening on the 30th
30th of April, April 30th
The Sophomores hold a dance
A dance the Sophomores hold.
We'll dance from nine till one
From nine till one we'll dance.

Dance, dance — Come — come — come.
(Apologies to Gertrude Stein) E. Earhart, Soph. 5.

The Idle Reporter Remarks :

There's Rhythm on the Range. If you do not believe this, stand a
few minutes at the south end of the second floor hall. Boom-boom-tweet-
tweet are the sounds emanating from the orchestra in Miss Prickett's
room. Do-re-me-fa — sing the Chorus in Miss Weyforth's room. "Up-
down-finish" is the solemn overtone of the handwriting class in Miss
Birdsong's room. It is a great pity that all this display of sounds, harmony,
and noise cannot be organized into one harmonious whole. Up-do-
boom-boom!

Tut-tut. Is our Miss Stella Brown going political? Recently she,
the Mayor and the Governor had a conversation. Since. they let the whole
world in on the discussion over the radio, we should not worry.

Miss Jewell Simpson, State Assistant Supt. of Education, who gave
a talk recently to the Child Study Group not only knows her education
but she knows the "Ins and Outs of European Travel". Last summer she
spent three months wandering through the Scandinavian countries.

Dr. Tall prefaced the last faculty meeting with a description of a
New Orleans breakfast. It made mouths water, especially so, since it
was eighteen hours to breakfast for the faculty.

When Mrs. Stapleton looks with down-cast eyes upon Mother Earth,
she is not hunting earth worms. Mushrooms it is!

Dr. Crabtree is having many solitary lunches these days!

"I am one of those who do not believe in love at first sight,
But I believe in taking a second look."

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Musical Humor

Music is a universal language expressing all the desires and emotions
of man. Since humor is one of man's emotions it should not be surprising
to find it in music.

An excellent example of musical humor can be found in Andante
from Hayden's "Surprise Symphony".

Hayden at the height of his fame was conducting a number of
concerts in London when he observed that some of his audience invariably
snoozed during the symphony. He decided to play a joke on his audience.
At one of his concerts he presented his "Surprise Symphony". The second
movement, the andante, was particularly soothing and lulling and the
habitual snoozers were peacefully snoozing when suddenly an unexpected
and loud chord interrupted their sleep. One can imagine that the guilty
nappers nearly jumped from their seats, while Hayden looked on with a
satisfied smile.

Hayden is not the only composer who expressed his sense of humor
in his music. Saint Saens' "The Carnival of Animals" is a suite of four-
teen pieces most of which are musical jokes. For example: "Gentleman
With Long Ears", in which the violins humorously present the braying of
the donkeys. In the second movement the piano, violins, violas and
clarinet imitate the sounds of the barnyard.

Humor is seen in the "White Knight" by the modern American com-
poser Deems Taylor. He depicts the White Knight from "Through the
Looking Glass".

This poor knight it seems had very good intentions but was a very
poor rider. Whenever the horse stopped he fell off in front, when it
started again he slid off behind.

The composer employed two themes to express this: one a sort of
prance that represents the knight as he considers himself; and the second
theme is bland and rather sentimental and presents him as he really is.

Other examples of humor can be found in "Golliwog's Cake Walk"
by Debussy, "Pictures at an Exhibition" and "Women in the Market
Place". In the latter, the instruments represent the women's voices, first
shrill and high and then all clamoring together.

These are only a few of the best known selections that express humor.
Some of the world's best humor can be found in music.

Doris Burtxutt, Jr. 1.

'A self-made man, and satisfied with the results.

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Glee Club

On Wednesday, March 3, the Glee Club presented a concert at
assembly time. The program was as follows:

"Lost in the Night" Finnish folk hme arranged by Christiansen

"Wake Thee Now Dearest" Czecho-Slovakian folk tune,

arranged by Deems Taylor

"On the Levee" American folk song

By the Glee Club.

"In These Delightful Pleasant Groves" Ptircell

"Czecho-Slovakian Dance Song" Arranged by Krone

By a Semi-chorus.

"Lullaby from Jocelyn" Godard

Solo by Ellen Pratt

"Indian Love Call" Friml

Sung by Dorothy Healy and Roger Williams

"Blue Are Her Eyes" Winter Watts

Solo by Katherine Schottler

"Duna" Magill

Solo by Roger Williams

There are two important events ahead for the Glee Club: a concert
by a semi-chorus from the Glee Club for the Maryland Federation of
Women's Clubs on April 14, and a concert by the entire Glee Club at
Cockeysville in May. The program at these meetings will be similar to
that presented at the assembly with the addition of songs by the "Jeanie"
group.

Doris Burtnett.

Juniors Win Again

March eleventh was the date set in the handbook for Girls Demon-
stration, but it started two days earlier in the dorm. On Tuesday, the
Sophomores donned grass skirts and paraded through the halls to the
tune of the Junior theme song — were the Juniors surprised?? I'll say!
And why did the Sophs and Freshies go to bed (but not to sleep) so early
the night before Demonstration? Who is responsible for the new bulletin
board in the dining room? Carrots are quite appropriate for this setting —

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it's a shame that all the classes couldn't eat them for added pep, vim,
and vigor.

The Seniors, too small in number to participate, proved themselves
worthy judges, referees, ventilators, runners, scorers, commissioners of
equipment and felt quite dressed up in the corsages received from the
Athletic Association.

The Cooks opened the evening and suddenly we were whisked from
the kitchen to the Naval Academy, only to find ourselves in the South
Sea Islands. The Juniors called it Magic.

At 7:30 P.M. came the Physical Education activities consisting of
dancing, stunts and games. The guests marveled at the perfection of the
skills and techniques shown by our girls and remarked what fine Physical
Education instructors we must have to produce such an outstanding
performance.

Dr. Tall, with the aid of the scorers and "Eeny, meeny, minie, mo"
presented the cup to the Juniors — the first class to win the award twice.
If you don't think history was made on March eleventh ask a Junior!
I'll warrant you won't ask the same question again!

Basket Ball Celebrations

Eighty-four girls welcomed March first with the annual Basketball
dinner and games. Was it the favors or should we say flavors that made
the dinner so tasty? "The flavor lasts" — Thanks A. A.!

The record number of teams made it necessary to play the games in
both the Auditorium and the Gym. Miss Roach held forth in the gym
while Miss Daniels and Miss Zinkham managed the games in the Audi-
torium. There were ten teams: four Freshmen, three Junior, two Sopho-
more, and one Senior. Victory belonged to the Frosh for three of their
teams won as did two of the Junior teams and one Sophomore. What
happened to the Seniors? They did their best but the Freshies were just
a trifle too peppy for them. The winning teams played again on March
third with the Freshmen still victorious — Congratulations, Freshmen! and
you Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores — you, too, are to be complimented
for vour fine spirit of sportsmanship.

'She had withal a merry wit
And was not shy of using it."

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Sports Angle

We are at present in the midst of the most successful sports program
in the history of our school. Our soccer team was undefeated and there-
fore won the Maryland Collegiate Championship. Our basketball team
won eleven out of twelve games with the smaller colleges and was recog-
nized as the champion among the teachers colleges of Maryland and the
District of Columbia. Statistics show that the combined squads have lost
but one contest in twenty.

As we have stressed in our previous articles, this success is chiefly due
to wonderful team work. There have been no outstanding players. Each
man has worked as a part of a large powerful machine, proving, thereby,
that success can only be attained where there is a cooperative spirit.

The curtain rises on the baseball season with the game at Oriole Park
on April 3 with Johns Hopkins as our opponent. Contests have also been
scheduled with Loyola, Salisbury, Frostburg, and Elizabethtown. Practice
games have been arranged with Calvert Hall, Briarley Military Academy,
and other schools.

The most important factor in the success or failure of any "nine"
is the battery. We have Lowenstein and Bennett as prospective catchers
this year, while the pitching staff will probably be composed of Cooke and
C. Smith, veterans, and Wheeler, Cox and Goedeke.

We've lost several good players since last season. These include
Brumbaugh, Pruce, and Smith. Brumbaugh pitched some brilliant games
while with us, notably a 11 to 2 victory over Loyola. Pruce's powerful
batting and Smith's speed and agility will be missed. However, there are
a number of veterans returning and a good team is in prospect.

'Tis indeed a shame that we couldn't humor the humorists and inject
a bit of the less serious into our contribution, but we had to get this
information off our chest in order that you might "cedar" facts.

Under the Weather Vane

As usual, many interesting things have happened in the Campus
School this month. One of the main activities is our assembly work. Miss
Hooper gave a talk on foreign dolls and brought some of her collection
which she left with us for a while. The Seventh Grade gave short sketches
and talks on some "Peace Time Heroes" of America. They are now
planning to present at an assembly a play based on "The Story of Aladdin".
The Third Grade gave a play, "Tom Tit Tot", which was enjoyed by
everyone.

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Besides giving assemblies, the grades have been doing other things in
their own classrooms. We no longer have a second grade but a captain
and a crew on the "Little Queen Mary". They have alread)' invited the
fourth grade for a sail and they are planning to invite their mothers. The
Third Grade has been studying Colonial life in Maryland and are making
candles, soap and samplers. They are planning a visit to the Art Museum
to see Colonial rooms. The Fourth Grade, in charge of the Rock Garden,
reports that the snow drops are in bloom and the crocuses are poking
through the ground. The Seventh Grade have written letters to film
companies for moving pictures concerning their class work. The same
class has planned a trip to the Chevrolet Assembly Plant.

As the Weather Vane turns, with it, pass the activities of another
month.

Seventh Grade.

Limericks by Sixth Graders

There was an old man in a barge

Whose nose was exceeding large

When he did sneeze

The river did freeze

That funny old man in the barge.

Ruth Herring, 6th grade

There was a youth from Hongow

Who fell fast asleep on a bough

His pigtail entangled

The Chinaman dangled

Perhaps he is dangling there now.

Ned Chapman, 6th grade

There was a very plain cook

Who went to the larder to look

But Tommy was seen

Where dumplings had been

And hard was the hand of the cook.

Ned Chapman, 6th grade

Here's one we like:

"If I'm studying when you come in, wake me up.

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Recess !

An absent minded professor went into a shop to buy a jar. Seeing
that one was upside down he exclaimed, "How absurd, the jar has no
mouth." Turning it over he was once more astonished. "Why, the
bottom's gone too," he ejaculated.

Frosh: What year is this for you?
Senior: Fifth.

Frosh: Taking your Masters?
Senior: No, just taking my time.

First: Have you any social prestige?
Second: No, not a drop,

Freshie: What kind of a fellow is this Charles Leef?
Other: "Well, last night he hit his shin on a chair and said, "Oh, the
perversity of inanimate objects".

Enough's enough but this is too much
Few men smoke
Few men drink
Fumanchu

She was only a Latin Prof's daughter but boy, did she decline!
She was only a Printer's daughter but just the type for me!
She was only a Coal Dealer's daughter but she was no fuel!

To those whose taste lies in the direction of the aesthetic beauty
of poetry

I put my trust and faith in you

I thought I could rely.
But now I'm disillusioned —
I wish that I might die.

I made you my ideal, you see,

And so I copied you.
I should have copied someone else —

Now I'M flunking too.

I stood beneath the mistletoe

And waited patiently.
My secret love just hurried by

And never glanced at me,

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So now I'm eating yeast cakes —
(My stomach's a pasty smear) ;

I'm using Lux and Lifebuoy,
And waiting for next year.

'Twas the night before pay-day and all through my jeans

I hunted in vain for the price of some beans;

Not a quarter was stirring, not even a jit.

The kale was off duty, dull edges had quit.

Speed onward! Speed onward! O Time in thy flight,

Make it tomorrow, just for tonight.

My candle dances

In the night
"With lovely lilting

Flame, and bright.
The moths flock gaily

From the skies,
But where are all

The butterflies?

Do you remember?

"That means fight where I come from, Stranger."

"Well, why don't you fight?"

" 'Cause I haint where I come from."

Goofy History

(A sample of notes on Medieval History taken by a certain male
Junior. Miss Woodward please note!)

fief — A person convicted of taking articles not belonging to him.
vassal — A large sailing ship; e.g. the Queen Mary.
feudal — hopeless, in vain, with no avail.
benefice — An extra show, the proceeds of which are donated to charity.

Some quotations from "Wilson Spectacles"
"If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget them all."

"Silence is a luxury of the wise."

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State Teachers College

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CONTENTS

Cover design E. Robe

Page

Are You Sensitive? To What? 3

Credo — — . 4

Education 5

How Well Does It Pay? 6

"How Firm a Foundation!" 8

The Modern Traveler 10

From the Starboard Cabin - 12

On Rearing a Cocker Spaniel 13

"I Married a Doctor" 14

Neighbors 1 5

Far- A way Friends 19

Seeing 2 1

'Trom A to Izzard" .— 22

Child Curiosity 23

Foot Caught; Fancy Free - — - 25

We, the Teachers 26

Teachers' Tardiness — - 27

The Librar)' — At Your Service 29

Editorials 3 5

Frustration (A poem) 36

Teachers College Record — _ 37

Advertisements 47

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Vol. X MAY, 193 7 No. 8

Are You Sensitive? To What?

ALEXANDER WooLCOTT in a broadcast about two weeks ago on the
topic, "War or Peace", asked this significant question. "To what
ideas are you personally susceptible?" No matter what your in-
tellect may say about peace, do you thrill at the martial music, and at
parades passing by.-* Do you say, "I believe in peace, but, of course, if war
comes it is inevitable." Though this is Peace Week and we are celebrat-
ing it here at the college by some special event for every day, I am not
in this brief article so much concerned with whether you are convinced
about ideas of peace or ideas of war as I am about your susceptibility to
other things.

Are you susceptible to the beauty of the campus so that you take away
each day a picture of its kaleidoscopic changes: of a Japanese cherry, or
the blooming magnolias, or an over-view of the slopes with all of the
lacy greenery and color? And where does the susceptibility of beauty
lead you?

Are you susceptible to the tremendous opportunities that you have
had in meeting personalities in the college assemblies throughout the
years you have been a student here? Does that susceptibility pass over
into action as an understanding of great minds, lesser minds, and ideals
of people?

Are you susceptible to the play of emotion and interaction that your
classmates make upon you day by day and hour by hour?

I talked with a student sometime ago who has a very aggressive man-
ner and mentality; yet that student was untidy in dress and careless of
health though he had been warned by the doctor about his deficiencies
more than a year before. There is no need for him to be eccentric. By
his untidy dress and his aggressiveness in class discussion, based at times

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upon very supertkial knowledge, he calls attention to himself in unpleasant
ways. As I talked with him I wondered just how he was planning his
life through his susceptibihties, and just how he was influencing students
around him who might be caught unawares and mistake his peccadillos
for ability. Yet he can change to the other tack and win out if his
susceptibilities will allow him. On the other hand, I talked with another
student sometime ago who is immaculate in dress, well groomed always,
thinks clearly beyond his years, is interested in public affairs, has much
talent in music. He left me feeling, "Here is a young man who will go
far, who is an honest thinker, would not deceive if he could help it, and
who is so susceptible to fine experiences that he will gather from life
the best that it has to give, and he will give to life the best he has of
loyalty to the fine cause of interest in his fellow-man. His ability to get
on with his fellow students, and his power to add to his daily life the
pleasure that comes from understanding a fine art and knowing that art
intellectually as well as emotionally, will carry him far in facing reality."
Take stock of your susceptibilities — the things you thrill to, the things
you rush to when they are suggested, the companions you choose, the di-
versions you love, and the satisfactions you glory in. They all make the
man.

LiDA Lee Tall.

Credo

I Would be a teacher. . . .
I would be well informed in my subject matter, and humbly would
I endeavor to add some mite of learning to that already possessed
by man, for, too long, too much of the world has suffered from too many
inaccuracies, too many prejudices, too many gaps between well-developed
fields of knowledge.

I would have as many diversified interests as my work would allow,
realizing that intensive specialization leads easily to narrow-mindedness
which is a shortcoming found in the personality of no real teacher.

I would be humble, because no matter how sincere my application,
how well I have mastered my studies, there are myriad others as sincere,
as well informed, and vastly more so. I would be humble since what is
true today may well be false tomorrow.

I would be tolerant for it should be an integral part of my profes-
sional knowledge that, just as there are a thousand thousand age-old
factors entering into my personality, my mental attitudes, so there are a
thousand thousand more exercising various influences upon each pupil
whom it is my privilege to guide.

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I would be gentle, remembering that one harsh word or deed from
me might inflict irreparable harm on the most precious of all things — -
a young mind, an unformed soul.

I would be sincerely interested in my pupils, my teaching, my re-
lations with my colleagues, and my subject matter, knowing that it is a
delight to watch a mind growing, a character strengthening; an inspira-
tion to realize that I have had some part in that development; a pleasure
to work in harmonious surroundings; a thrill to realize that scholarship
is unending in its efforts to pierce the depths of the unknown.

I would be aware of my own shortcomings and inabilities, yet ever
would I strive for perfection knowing the while that it can never be at-
tained.

These things would I desire; these things I would strive for unceas-
ingly because I know that truth and beauty, love and kindness, tolerance
and understanding are worthwhile beyond all things else.

I would be a teacher. . . .

Harold Manakee.

Education

MARYLAND has been fortunate in having Mr. Cook as State Super-
intendent of Education and Miss Tall as President of one of its
Teachers' Colleges. In the continuous struggle between formalism
and liberal education which goes on in schools, these two leaders have
thrown their weight on the liberal side. The United States was founded
as a result of the Reformation (revolt from the church) and Revolution
(revolt from the existing government) . With this background and the In-
dustrial Revolution to hustle up the process, Americans are fairly well
committed to change. Liberals in education accept these facts and be-
lieve schools should adapt to them. The formalists do not accept these
facts and believe children should be drilled into acceptance of what
is. Miss Tall used to say "form a habit of breaking habits". In
other words, be accustomed to change, to adaptation. The changes will
come anyway; if one is educated in change, adaptation, one can be happy
in the midst of change. If the pupil has become accustomed to a routin-
ized class-room where the teacher decides all the moves in advance, it is
doubtful if the individual so trained will achieve happiness in a con-
stantly changing America.

On the other hand, Americans seem to want the greatest amount of
freedom possible to individuals in a cooperative society. Nor does demo-
cratic change necessarily mean agitation or roughness. The belief of the

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gentle, early Christian martyrs persisted stubbornly in their spiritual de-
scendants. If on one day one of them was fed to the lions, the next a
hundred grew up in his place. Maryland, founded by a Catholic, pro-
claimed tolerance to all religions and set a standard we are still trying
to reach as a nation. Habits of tolerance, justice, mercy, love conquer
enough of the time to make us believe they will win over intolerance,
injustice, persecution and hate. The first named habits make living more
worthwhile. I suppose that is what education is about, increasing the
amount of time during which people live in as fine a way as wise
leaders have visioned.

Allan Hulsizer.

How Well Does It Pay?

SOONER or later in any conference with young people on their plans
for the future, and on the opportunities of any one of a number
of vocations which they may be considering, one is confronted with
this question of "How well does it pay?" And of course, along with this
another question, "What are the prospects for advancement.^"

Young men and women who are considering the possibilities of
teaching as a profession are no exception to the rule; and generally, while
they concede that the material rewards in the early years, at least, com-
pare favorably with salaries of young people in other occupations, they
often do not feel that the increments in salary and the opportunities for
promotion beyond the first few years of service compare quite so favorably
with opportunities in other kinds of work.

If it is our habit to estimate returns from an investment altogether
in terms of dollars and cents, we shall probably have to conclude that
"there may be other pastures that are greener." But a wise man doesn't
always estimate the worth of an investment solely on the size of his divi-
dend checks: he considers the safety of the investment, the probability
of his being able to recover the principal should circumstances make that
necessary, the reputation of the concern in which he is investing, and so
on. Likewise, tihose of us who "invest" in an education that prepares
us for teaching, must consider what returns we are going to receive. And
if we think of teaching in terms of compensations rather than salary
checks, we are bound to conclude that there are few professions where
there are a greater number of intangible rewards than there are in teach-
•ny.

What are some of these compensations.^ Well, even in the matter
of tangible rewards there is the old-age pension; so that while salaries
may not be as large as in some other profession, independence in old age
is assured through a state-wide pension system liberal enough to forstall

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physical discomfort and that kind of humiliating dependence upon others
which all of us dread and seek to avoid. And this assurance of a com-
petence in old age compensates in large measure for somewhat smaller
salaries than other professions may offer.

Vacations of generous length are also a real consideration, for they
afford opportunity for complete physical relaxation and rehabilitation,
albeit in Maryland we must repair to a summer school ever so often!
The Christmas holiday and the ten or twelve weeks' summer vacation
give us an opportunity to read and to travel — if we can afford it — to ride
some hobby, or perhaps to engage temporarily in some other occupation.

But it is in those more or less intangible compensations that teaching
is richest. The necessity for stimulating others intellectually keeps our
own intellects more active and more alert; and the associations which
we have with members of our own profession also put us in touch with
new ideas and give us the ambition to keep growing. These associations,
too, often bring us rich friendships which outlast our period of active
service.

Teaching affords a rare opportunity for service to others. Very often
it is the classroom teacher who puts social workers in touch with families
who are in distress and who need assistance. More often he gives un-
fortunates "a hand" himself and quietly but effectively sees that their
physical needs are provided for. Frequently his sympathy and understand-
ing win the confidence of boys and girls and give him an opportunity to
influence the development of fine character in ways which even ministers
miss. As one grows older in the profession he gets considerable satis-
faction from watching boys and girls he has taught grow into useful and
estimable — -sometimes not undistinguished men and women. To feel
that one has had even a small part in their success is compensation in
itself.

But most of all, teaching has compensations beyond other occupa-
tions because constant association with boys and girls with their fresh,
unspoiled outlook on life and their incurable optimism keeps teachers
young too. The real tragedy of age is not growing older in the body;
not in hardening of the arteries, but in hardening of the mind and spirit;
and there is no occupation on earth comparable to teaching for fortifying
us against this particular kind of old age. Living with children — and en-
joying it — is drinking at the Fountain of Youth.

And who knows? Perhaps Ponce de Leon was looking for some
such intangible renewal of youth in that long ago when he set out with
such high hopes in search of a fountain "whose waters would give per-
petual youth to all who drank from it."

LUCETTA M. SiSK.

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"How Firm a Foundation!"

(An Appreciation)

"T Tere comes Pop, and he's got the new school teacher with him!"
I I shouted my brother Tom. And the three of us, barefoot and hat-
-*- -*" less, swung down from the farm gate and raced to meet the
approaching family carriage. The new teacher w-as to board with us.

"I do hope it's a she," cried Tom. "And I hope that she's big and
fat so I can hide behind her when we're headin' for school against the
north-west wind this winter."

"Yes," Little Brother agreed breathlessly, "men ain't much to hide
behind when there's a good northwester blowini"

The new teacher turned out to be a she. "And she's a graduate of
the Maryland State Normal School," Father told Mother, "so she ought
to be good."

Next day after Sunday School, I proudly repeated the statement.

"She's a graduate of the Maryland State Normal School," I said
knowingly to the circle of curious youngsters, "so she ought to be good."

"And what's the Marylandstatenormalschool?" asked Roberta. I
gazed helplessly at my older brother.

"It's a . . . It's a . . . ."

"It's a . . . " Tom began, "well, I couldn't exactly tell you what
it's like, but . . . well, it's a dog-goned good place!"

Never having heard of it before, we were like old Caspar and the
Battle of Blenheim. He couldn't tell much about it, "But 'twas a famous
vic-to-ry!"

Eight years later, on another Saturday afternoon in September, I
bade goodby to mother, father, brothers and the old mare, Bess. The
Normal School teacher long since had sought other fields, but she had
left her mark.

Now here was I with a Maryland State Normal scholarship. The
full import of the family's sacrifice that I might use that scholarship came
to me that night when I opened the old battered family suitcase. My
mother's one good dress, her only silk petticoat, her "Sunday" under-
wear — all made over to fit me. Why, I thought, how can Mother go
to church now.^

Strangely enough, mother never needed the clothes again. When
Christmas came our mother was gone. The farm had been sold, old
Bess was gone, and father and my two brothers had moved closer to town
hoping to find other w^ork. My little world had been swept away. But
there was one thread which was so worth while — the friendships which
had come through my few months at the Normal. I had never dreamed

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that teachers could be so kind, so patient, so thoughtful! Miss Scarborough
was like mother. So was Miss Ricker, — all of them.

I told Miss Richmond that I would have to leave school to go home
and keep house. "Now, don't worry too much about it yet;" she said,
"there may be a way. You go home tonight — and pray about it!"

That night I thought a way out, I didn't tell Miss Richmond all, for
she would have objected to the undertaking. Nevertheless, I managed to
keep house in Annapolis and attend school in Baltimore. It meant arising
at 4:30, doing all the housework, walking six miles, and riding fifty-
eight miles by train every day. There was no money for extras, and little
for necessities. One afternoon before a Fremont Street bakery window
I let the tears roll down my cheeks. Those lovely, fat buns which I could
not afford to buy — not even one of them, and only ten cents a dozen! Once
a girl dropped a big Martha Washington butter-cream on the pavement.
When she had gone I picked it up and ate it greedily. Not very sanitary
. . . but when one is hungry. . . .

I am not mentioning these incidents to court sympathy; there are
many other things I could add. I worked behind a notions counter on
Pennsylvania Avenue until midnight on Saturdays at fifty cents for six
hours' work — to buy my shoes. One winter I had no gloves. I made
and sold chocolate Easter eggs, Santa Clauses, apples on a stick, in order
to pay my Pestalozzi Society and Glee Club dues. There were many
other ways which helped keep me at school, and about which few of my
schoolmates ever knew. I am telling the facts merely to emphasize two
points:

1. No sacrifice that I ever made during those lean and hungry
years was too great a price to pay for my Normal School educa-
tion.

2. I would do the same thing over again if it meant the opening
up of as new, as thrilling, and as rich a world of experience as
those four years brought to me. For they still serve me in good
stead.

Two years of teaching at a salary which scarcely justified existence — -
$400 a year as principal of a three room school — forced me, then against
my will, into the commercial world. A clerkship in the B & O Railroad
served as the stepping-stone to the position which has brought me much
happiness where there are opportunities to work with the schools — both
teachers and pupils, individually and collectively. I have never actually
left the field.

Interest in the Baltimore and Ohio Magazine (chiefly devoted to
the interests of employees and their families) led to the acceptance of
bits of verse and other contributions. And this eventually led me in 1920
to a place on the staff as editor of women's and children's pages, verse.

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human interests stories, etc., and — since 1935 — the additional oppor-
tunity to write occasional newspaper releases, involving intensive and
fascinating research.

Everything that I ever learned has been valuable to me in the trans-
portation field. History, geography, mathematics, English — even botany.
I blessed Miss Henkle's botany excusions one day last winter when I
lunched with a member of Parliament in Ottawa, whose hobby was wild
flowers! And how well I turned to account Professor Race's chemistry
lessons when I found myself in a huge chemical laboratory and assigned
to write the story of industrial alcohol! And many a day, confronted with
the problem of handling various types of people have I drawn upon the
facts drilled into our Junior Class in psychology, by good Dr. Jaquith.
Even Miss Florence Snyder's "purple-in-the sod moments," as we laugh-
ingly called them — have helped me to see in the pictures which I now
handle daily many bits of beauty which otherwise I would miss. History,
science, music, voice culture — I could run the whole gamut and prove
each one's particular usefulness.

Frequently our "Little Railroaders " pages of the Baltimore and Ohio
Magazine are edited by groups of school children. There are days when
I find time to accompany groups of children, visitors to our stations, to
the trains, to jaunts to the old roundhouse where ancestors of the iron
horse are housed, and to "talk railroad" with them in preparation for
their transportation studies. Last year we sent thousands of pictures, book-
lets, and B & O short histories, etc., to schools and teachers. This year,
in addition, 3000 copies of the Annual Women's number of the Balti-
more and Ohio Magazine will go out to teachers.

My Normal School experience has provided for me another sub-
stantial foundation. It has helped me toward a deeper appreciation of
things worth while, and this is the one necessary requisite, whether the
job calls for a tramp through miles of mud to a trackman's shanty for a
story about his children's education, or for riding a train with the First
Lady of the Land.

Marcaret Talbott Stevens. '13-

The Modern Traveler

Travel by trailer! It's fun! Follow the call of the open road with-
out the common problem of forever searching out the "clean hotel"
and the "nice restaurant." If this is not your year for summer
courses take to the broad highway. Go now, before the national welcome

wears off for the Tin Can Tourist.

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To insure a superlative trip, select your rolling home with care. The
industry is young. Few makes have any past performances by which to
judge them. Selecting the right trailer is largely a matter of using your
common sense. On your first visit to the various showrooms you will be
mightily impressed by yacht-type household gadgets, modernistic furnish-
ings and mahogany panelled walls. My tip would be, select the trailer that
is outstanding for its simplicity. Remember, a trailer must serve as parlor,
bedroom and bath and in some instances, bath-house as well. I have
found that light, natural colored plywood walls, dark linoleum floor cover-
ing, well constructed mattresses, tight screens, properly placed ventilators
and lights are all contributing factors that add to the pleasure and leisure
of such a vacation. However, there are three vital matters for the shopper
to keep in mind. First, weight (or rather lack of it) is of primary im-
portance. List the poundage of the trailers you are considering and limit
your selection to the lighter group. A trailer built of heavy materials and
filled with weighty equipment causes the travellers to feel that someone
back there is certainly dragging his feet. Second, be sure that you have
adequate storage space. One of the greatest joys of this mode of travel is
the elimination of the trunk and the suitcase. Make this joy complete by
searching out the model so designed that every inch, not otherwise utilized,
is converted into cupboard or drawer space. Third, seek an expert's
opinion on the insulation of the trailer in which you are interested. Don't
be too impressed by the phrase "dead air space". Be sure that some ac-
cepted kind of insulating material lies between you and the great out-of-
doors.

Now that the trailer is purchased, there is the itinerary to be planned.
The travel bureau of any one of the large oil corporations will furnish you
with maps and booklets on overnight accommodations. When marking
out your route do not feel that you must confine your travels to the sec-
tions where trailer camps may be found. Gasoline service stations, tourist
cabin camps and many of the state and national parks will provide, for
a very nominal sum, the necessary parking space, water and electricity.

The first few days in the new home are the hardest. You will arrange
and rearrange all the contents until at last you arrive at a "system". No
trailer household should be without one, for it is the "system" that elimi-
nates all lost motion and confusion when converting from bedroom, to
dining room, to living room and back again. Then too, there is the elusive
mailman, iceman, and groceryman to be assimilated into the "system".
It can be done.

At this point you are probably asking, "Where does the fun come
in.^" It comes in at the most unexpected places. You will find that your
goings, comings and stoppings are sometimes a matter of choice and some-
times a matter of chance. Your front yard of the moment may be a stretch

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of sand and sea, or a rolling hillside and stream, or the side yard of a ser-
vice station. As your front yards vary, so do your neighbors, your recrea-
tion possibilities, and the happenings in your day. Thus, a world of in-
teresting, educational and delightful experiences sit on your very doorstep.
That's why I say, "Travel by trailer! It's fun!"

Helen Nicols Barger.

From the Starboard Cabin

I FOUND the following in a journal, not a proper log, that I once
kept at sea. It has been some time since I have been aboard ship and
I choose to retain only a limited responsibility for it. But since I
had time to write at all in those days, I must have had some time for re-
flection, too. Strangely, I cannot remember the day or recall my state
of mind at the time.

"I cannot think unfeelingly about anything. The sounds of words
have special forces which, though consciously resisted, confuse my im-
pressions extraordinarily. Truth seems to be anything that can be uttered
tersely and with conviction."

"Here I have the task of investigating limited phases of the sea's
being and movement. As far as I am able I am obliged to substitute the
language of physical measurement for personal impressions that have no
language counterparts. Paradoxically, words must have poetic connotation
in order to explain, and scientific description is not explanation. This
may not be science's function. I am not sure any more what the aims
of scientific research are; if it serves to make me more alert and sensible,
I shall be happy enough."

"The sea exceeds the compass of the senses; beyond them it has a
mystical and amorphous existence. We regard it with strong, varied, but
formless feelings. Those who spend their lives upon it are the most
involved of all. As boys, impatient and alive, the grand sea charms and
drives them with promises of adventure at its remotest rim. Old men
find the strange sea a refuge from the chattering confusion of cities."

"Selected experience can never be large. We, for example, float
about on the sea's surface and make the best possible guesses about what
goes on below by examining specimens of water drawn up from the
depths on a long wire. If all the stations that have ever been examined
in this way were spaced evenly, they would lie about two hundred miles
apart. The waters are less minutely differentiated than the continents
are, but we are like the hypothetical man from Mars who explores a fog
shrouded earth in a balloon. What picture of the earth's topography,

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composition, its peoples and their cultures can he construct by reaching
occasionally through the clouds with grappling instruments? No doubt
it would make an interesting scientific monograph."

I believe that all this was written on an expedition to count the
bacteria in the Gulf of Maine. A gray bit of water that!

Charles Renn.

On Rearing a Cocker Spaniel

THERE is nothing quite so devastating to one's self confidence as the
amazing discovery that one's influence over another member of the
animal kingdom is at a low ebb. I was destined to just such a blow
on the fatal day that I blithely purchased a black cocker spaniel who had
attained the mature age of six weeks. It seems only fair to state here that
greater confidence in his power as an animal trainer could have been ex-
perienced by no man ; I am referring of course to that time which I shall
designated as B C A (Before Cocker Spaniel) . I openly scoffed and jeered
at those poor unfortunates who did not realize the potentialities of psy-
chology in dog training and hence allowed their pets to tug at the leash
or surreptitiously borrow gloves and handkerchiefs from unwilling owners.
I was even serene in the assurance that my dog would be permitted no
such vagaries. It was simply a matter of conditioning his reflexes or apply-
ing the Law of Effect. Given a satisfactory inheritance, a Behaviorist
would experience not the slightest difficulty in establishing desirable re-
sponses to stimuli. Then came the advent of my beloved pet. From the
outset he made it quite clear and unmistakable that no psychological theory,
Behaviorism, Gestalt, or otherwise, would have the slightest impression
upon him. He also inferred that being a thoroughbred spaniel with an
enviable lineage he could not be annoyed by having his reflexes con-
ditioned in any way at all. He ignored my feeble attempts at control and
his only response to any method of discipline was to waddle over and
coyly lick the hand of his mistress, which, you can well imagine, put her
at a decided disadvantage. Furthermore, he remained completely indif-
ferent to any suggestion of "heeling" and persistently pursued his own
interests even though it might mean rudely jerking the human on the
other end of the leash. Perhaps his lack of conformity to rules can best
be appreciated and sympathized with when it is understood that he con-
tinues to be the object of great devotion despite his antics. It is only now
that I can fully appreciate the sensations of the dog owner who with a
gleam of affection in his eyes observes his pet making away with someone's
glove.

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Truly, training a cocker spaniel is a task worthy of a psychologist of
the highest order.

Evi-LYN GlRARDIN.

"1 Married a Doctor"

JUST out of a school-room, and into a small town, not knowing a soul,
I began a brand new life as the wife of a country doctor. Unlike
Sinclair Lewis's heroine of "Main Street", I had no ideas, ideals, nor
aims. I simply moved in, determined to like the place and make the town
like me. Frankly, I figured that as good business.

Three years have almost passed and looking back upon my various
experiences, it has been a very happy and interesting three years. My first
experience as assistant in office surgery recalls itself. The cutting and
bleeding did not bother me as I watched and helped, green, but fascinated,
but the room was terribly hot and soon I stumbled out of the door, things
whirling and black before me. I had a glass of water and returned to
finish my job, my first moral victory won.

When I read the much publicized article "And Sudden Death" in
the Readers' Digest, I thought back over some of our "patching up". One
night, about eleven o'clock a woman walked into the office, her scalp torn
clean from her skull from forehead back to the ears, a bleeding gargoyle
to me. Seventeen stitches replaced the scalp and left her as good as new.

Then there was the man who ran into a freight train with his car,

and emerged from the wreck with two broken ribs and a badly cut face,
but his companion who rode with him had his upper and lower jawbone
badly fractured and his entire face so badly smashed the surgeon re-
quested a former photograph to enable him to reconstruct his face, but the
patient died before the face was mended. He was not as fortunate as the
boy who was pulled from his car on Christmas Eve, unconscious, with a
badly fractured jawbone. He was thoroughly "wired up" and recovered,
though his car sold for junk. Sometimes Fate decrees happier conclusions
as was true with the woman and her two children, whose car overturned,
but they were able to walk into the office, only badly shaken up, "to make
sure they really weren't hurt."

The recent nation-wide drive in Maternal Welfare and its extreme
importance is emphasized, as I remember the girl not quite sixteen, who
had her fourth child the night before Thanksgiving, in a cold farm house
and miraculously recovered after a fever of 106° four days after the
child's birth. Truly God works with doctors. My first experience as a
maternity nurse was a vivid one. A three room hut partitioned off by paste-
board cartons nailed to the wall joists — and the fourteenth child on its

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way. It was born in the room off the front porch — midsummer — no
screens, and chickens under the bed. I was very busy shooing flies and
chickens. In spite of all this, the child is a fine specimen and thriving —
but such a tragic beginning!

First aid at country fires is my specialty. A doctor is usually needed
to quiet shattered nerves but it is very hard to console someone whose
house has burned to the ground on a bitter winter day and only a few
sticks of furniture saved.

However, all is not tragedy in a doctor's life. There are the happy
young mothers who proudly wheel in their off-springs on sunny days, to
be weighed and get new formulas, as well as the man who had five
children and recovered from a very bad siege of pneumonia. The town
fourth grade is having a health campaign ; every child has been examined
and defects in teeth, tonsils, eyes, etc. are being corrected as far as pos-
sible — money or no money. Everyone helps a little and the poorest child
is taken care of.

I've had to learn to do so many things — to administer my first hypo
the night the emergency demanded, — to steel myself against blood and
gaping wounds — to comfort some people and discipline others. So many
people have said, "Isn't it a shame you were not a nurse.''" My reply,
"Heavens, no, my teaching experience is a never failing asset in making
this tremendous adaptation — dealing so intimately with humanity."

Lassell R. Comegys.

Neighbors

A LIMB of the pussy willow tree swayed violently. A cluster of
sparrows untangled and shot fearfully away. Raucous screams of
rage split the calm summer air.
"There's Peter again!" observed my brother, looking up from his
paper. "You might as well give him what he wants."

I threw my book down on the garden settee and crossed to the other
side of the lawn. The blue jay we had come to call Peter was dancing
up and down in a fine frenzy. His hoarse notes, for all the world like
rusty hinges, set the terrier in her run barking at the top of her voice.
"All right, Peter. All right! Just give me a chance, will you?"
The grating shrieks continued as I went over to the bird bath. Just
as I expected, it was filthy. Feathers, seeds, stones, dirt, all left by previous
bathers on this warm day, made the bath anything but attractive. I tipped
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the garden husc. Barely had I turned from my labors when a blue shape
streaked from the pussy willow, paused on the rim of the basin to admire
the clean sparkle of the water, and then settled into the bath. Peter kept
up a constant chattering as the spray flew. His big blue wings with their
bold white and black bars beat the water furiously. His toilet ended,
he flew to the maple under which we had drawn our chairs and screamed
his thanks. Then off he darted to send the next door cat into hysterics.

This was a regular afternoon's performance. I got in the habit of
bringing the glasses with me when I came into the garden to read. In-
variably I found the birds more interesting than the book and glued my
eye to the glasses. Peter Jay first crossed my vision when I was trying
to see whether the grey bird in the pussy willow was a mocking bird or his
cousin, the catbird. Suddenly the whole tree shook. The grey bird left
hurriedly, and an enormous jay perched on the end of a branch and
squawked warningly at the robin in the bath. But he refused to bathe
after the robin left. He perched on the bath, looked at the dirty water,
hopped all around, and then flew back to the tree. Urged by an inspira-
tion, I hurriedly cleaned the bath. Peter rewarded my efforts by splashing
long and loudly, and thereafter he appeared regularly for his dip. But, if
the basin was not clean, he soon told us, and one of us sprang to pre-
pare milord's bath.

There are some people who do not like jays. "Thieves I Noisy things!"
they say. But I enjoy the tribe of jays that frequented our garden as
much as any of the more generally preferred birds. I still do not believe
anything could be more breathtakingly beautiful than our pussy willow
tree harboring eight of the big blue jays at once. The tree looked like
a Christmas tree decked with bright azure ornaments.

When we left town for the river house we had no occasion to miss
the jays. The place swarmed with them. Their strident voices screamed
around us all day. They toppled their babies from the nests until we were
forced to keep our three cats in retirement. The efforts of the young
jays were most interesting. One day we sat in a row on the top step and
watched a baby climb back into the tree. He fastened his long claws
around the rough, projecting bark, and hauled himself back home, as his
parents shrieked from an overhanging limb. In a few minutes he was
back on the ground again. I suppose his ambitious parents pushed him
there.

The jays were equaled in number and noise only by the catbirds,
who could imitate their blue neighbors so well that they deceived us more
than once. Fights between the two were common, and the tops of the
trees were shaken frequently by altercation.

But the river place offered opportunities to study birds that we did
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world place, which we christened "the jungle". Here the creek narrowed
to a width permitting only a canoe. Tall rushes, reeds and cat-tails rose
on both sides. Snakes slipped quietly about their business. Little forms
darted about in the rushes, and all around were birds and birds and
birds!

We sat for hours, motionless one day watching a belted kingfisher
fishing at the mouth of the "jungle" canal. His rattling cry sounded a
warning as he plunged, but each time he arose with a glittering meal.
His crested head and blue coat reminded us of our friends, the jays.

The "jungle's" most colorful inhabitants were the red-winged black-
birds. They lived socially in "the^ jungle", chattering together as they
darted through the reeds, singing their sweet, liquid notes. The red and
yellow on the jet wings flashed pleasantly against the cool green and
brown of the rushes.

Chimney swifts, whose nests were plastered under an abandoned
wharf nearby, dipped overhead, and marsh wrens ran along the mud
banks of the creek. One day, when we left the canoe and hiked inland
through the dense woods, we saw several brown threshers. This was
interesting because few seemed to stay around the house as did our jays
and catbirds.

But the "jungle" held even greater thrills. There was the day of
horrors when, paddling noiselessly, Indian style, as we always did on
our bird hunts, we turned a bend and came upon two colossal, ugly,
wicked, nauseating buzzards perched on a log. The buzzards looked at
us and we looked at the buzzards. Our stomachs turned over and we
slipped down into the bottom of the canoe as the two hideous harpies
flew over us. Naturally, you have to expect some beasts in "a jungle!"

One day we were rewarded by a majestic sight. Atop a dead pine,
sun glistening on his silvered head, sat a bald eagle. His presence in
the vicinity was soon understood. Wheeling in circles over the middle
of the river was an osprey, beautiful black and white fish hawk. The bald
eagle is lazy and ruthless. He waits for the osprey to catch a fish. Then
he darts like a bullet, seizes the fish, and races back to the tall pine to
enjoy his ill-gained plunder. Knowing the habit of the bald eagle we
lingered to see the drama, but perhaps our presence spoiled his appetite,
for he soared overhead, powerful wings beating the air, and disappeared
into the pine woods on the other side. At any rate, the osprey enjoyed
his dinner.

But the river held a sensation even greater than the bald eagle. Have
you ever watched a great blue heron? Do you know the smoky blue-gre)
of his plumage, the graceful sweeping lines of his big body.' "Heron
hunts" were a daily activity. The river abounded in small white cranes,
but we passed them disdainfully in search of bigger game. The best time

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lor lierun liuntiiii; was early evening. At tliat time, in\ariably, tlic- breeze
fell. The water was like red and purple glass, and we were loathe to
splinter it even by anything as light as a canoe. In the hush of late sun-
light, the heron seeks his dinner, so we always knew where we could find
the bird. He would be standing in the water, motionless, like a statue
carv^ed from blue grey granite.

The long feathers swept back from his head. His eyes, so nicely
adapted by nature to his needs, scanned the water. Suddenly the long
beak struck, then lifted. The great blue heron resumed his wait. Then,
when ready to leave, he soared upward so gracefully for such a great
creature (every bit of five feet high). He passed overhead, with a rustle
like a lady's taffeta dress, with long legs trailing behind.

Herons are protected by law, but there always seems to be some
people who break laws. A fisherman near us reported that fish were dis-
appearing from his live boxes. We felt uneasy. We had been arising
early to enjoy the sight of the great blue heron who daily alighted on our

wharf. Was he ? Did he ?

One morning we heard gun fire. The fisherman admitted he had
shot the bird, and hoped that he killed him. To our angry expostulations
he replied that those fish represented his livelihood. "Couldn't you have
covered your boxes? You didn't have to shoot him". Our childish hearts
boiled. We were all for turning the offender over to the law.

That evening we again went on a heron hunt. There was no majestic
blue shape on the first point. We turned the bow into the cove and
paddled aimlessly, hugging the shore line, because we always saw things
that way. We were all downcast over the death of our favorite. He had
always looked so pretty out there on the dock. Anyone ought to be
willing to give a few fish for such beauty. Suddenly my heart stood still.
There was a flash of blue in the undergrowth. We pushed the bow to
shore and stopped. A great blue heron lay back there in the bushes, a
fallen giant. It was our heron. He raised his long, graceful neck. His
baleful eyes glared at us. We looked at him through glasses, and I don't
believe I shall ever forget those eyes, rimmed with yellow, and as wild and
untamed as a leopard's. What could we do? We all wanted to help, but
we had all read about the damage a wounded heron could do with that
murderous beak. I think we all bit our lips to keep back the tears that
would persist. The sight of that huge blue bird, so beautiful, crumpled
up in the thicket, did something to each of us children. Oh that the
fisherman who had fired the shot could have seen himi

When he struggled up, beating his great wings for support, we
gasped. We were afraid, too. Pushing the canoe into the water we
waited. The struggle in the thicket went on. Presently the blue shape
burst forth, and our heron sailed out, but how awkwardly he flew. One

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leg streamed gracefully behind him. The other hung straight down,
gruesomely. It was a pathetic sight, but at least, he was alive, and we were
sure that the leg would heal. Maybe he could stand on one leg and do
his fishing. We hoped he wasn't suffering much. It was a quiet canoe of
youngsters that paddled home in the starlit dusk, in the blue mist that
somehow was the color of a heron's wings.

Eleanora Livingston Bowling.

Far-away Friends

SCHLANGENBADSTRASSE, (I defy you to pronounce it!), is the street
on which Udo, my Czechoslovakian friend, lives. What it means
or signifies I do not know, but that is one thing I intend to find
out. Perhaps I shall learn a smattering of the Czechoslovakian language
in the bargain.

By the time you would finish reading the letters from my six foreign
friends, you would have mixed feelings: amusement, certainly, at the
grammatical mistakes; bewilderment, and a feeling of wonder, perhaps,
at the idea of a strange language and people. As for me, each letter
makes me more eager to learn about these people, their customs, and
their country.

It took courage to start such a correspondence. Amid the laughter
of family and friends who declared that I would be wasting my time and
energy, I boldly set forth all my personal values to someone unknown.
Of course I knew the name, such as Kerim Yeshim — but? The thing
that took the most courage in initiating this hobby was to ask whether
the receiver was a boy or girl. I tried to state my situation in the proper
manner, but received various stimulating replies, such as ""You do not
know whether I am a boy or a girl.'' I am a boy!" Please note the ex-
clamation point.

Mentioning the exclamation point recalls to my mind the English of
these friends. I am writing to one in Czechoslovakia, one in Holland,
also Danzig, Cyprus, Japan, and Lithuania. A thing that often makes
me wonder is the fact that all of these boys and girls study the English
language, and at least two other languages. They write English very well.
Somehow I can't help but feel ashamed when they ask me if they may
write to me in their native tongue some of the time, and I'm forced to
say, "No, please don't." The first time Ursula wrote me from Danzig,
she wrote every word in German. My first step was to find an interpreter!

Various people have asked, "What is the sense of writing to all
those people? After reading their first letters your interest will die out.

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You'll see !" I have to be brave at this ptMnt and present convincing -ir^u-
ments. After all what is the use? Here you have a splendid opportunity
for stamp collecting. Then too, from my first set of letters I have learned
much. I received snapshots of these boys and girls. They don't look so
foreign! Ursula is very pretty and I can think of several people that re-
semble Kerim. These friends will send me more pictures of their home
and towns. Don't you think that I shall learn more about these countries
this way than if I read a book about them.''

I am glad that these correspondents consider me a friend and not a
foreigner. I find such an attitude toward them easy to maintain as I learn
more about these people, especially as I think of Robert Edison Fulton's
lecture at the Lyric not so long ago. He traveled on a motorcycle through
many countries. Discussing this trip, Mr. Fulton said, "The same people
who were so kind to me would tell me how villainous the inhabitants of
the next village were, and warn me against them. And when I got to the
next village, it was the same story." Mr. Fulton said that if these people
would learn to know each other, and communicate often, they would not
be strangers or enemies, but friends, who after all, have many things in
common. Come, get your pen and ink, and experience again the old thrill
of discovering new friends!

Barbara Haile. Fr. 7

On a Bible

Old, old epitome of ancient days,

Old record of ancient times that sweetly smells

Of sheep and shepherds, temples, fields and wells,

What action, what stark scenes, what thoughts you raise!

What movement vividly adroitly plays

From line to line, from page to page, and tells

Old lonely tales of kings, of priests, of bells

Ringing the ages by, of pious ways.

Who was it that first sat down and let his eyes

Swim through your sea of leaves, deep in them ride.^

Who first felt his imagination rise

And to strange years marvelously glide.^

Who was he when he first sat down, how wise

When he arose and laid the book aside.''

B. Novi:v. Sr.

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Seeing

FOR ages man had struggled to record permanently "visions seen by
the eye". "Why not reproduce on paper those things which the
eyes see?" Finally, after such pioneers as Daguerre and Niepce,
we have come to the time when we can "put on paper" those pictures
which the eyes see.

However, even though the early rapid advance of photography might
be called phenomenal, even more rapid progress has been made in the
last ten years. We have seen the passing of the large plate cameras,
especially since the introduction of the roll film by Eastman, and the
manufacture of cheap hand cameras.

Even now, photography is going through another stage. Largely
through the work on films and its processing has this new step been made.
Modern fast films, sensitive to almost all colors, are now being used to
record pictures seen by the eye only instantaneously. Action pictures
taken with a shutter speed of 1/lOOOth of a second show the athlete just
clearing the hurdle, or the sprinter breaking the tape.

Rapid films are even now being used for what is probably the most
interesting photographic activity. Miniature cameras, equipped with fast
lenses and films are more and more being used to take "candid" photos.
Pictures now taken show President Hoover sleeping (in a standing posi-
tion) during an important state function, or President Roosevelt about
to swallow a spoonful of soup. It is "life" in pictures that modern photog-
raphers are seeking. Everyday sights pictured from a diflferent angle,
"candid" pictures of people in action, and snapshots of unusual sights all
help to make modern photography the most popular and widespread of
all hobbies.

Perhaps the latest oddity as far as photography is concerned is the
taking of pictures in the theater. Using the modern miniature camera,
photographers go into the theater and take well-exposed "action" pictures
as the performance proceeds. This has become so popular that theater
managers in New York have found it profitable to advertise special per-
formances of plays, for the benefit of photographers. It is then that we
see hundreds of men and women in the theater, all in each other's way,
to "get the picture". All seats are the same price so that photographers
can move about and take pictures from all sides of the theater. Some
are brazen enough to attempt going on the stage to get close-ups. A
Chicago hotel has picked up the idea and is now featuring, once a week,
a special performance exclusively for photographers. Here the cigarette
girls sell flashlight bulbs instead of cigarettes and candy, and ladders are
provided by the management so that the photographers may take their
pictures from difi^erent angles.

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We see now that photography has gone beyond the mere chcking of
the shutter, using a simple box camera. But let it not be said that a simple
camera cannot record on paper excellent photographs. In fact, one should
be encouraged to start at the bottom, using a simple Brownie, and work
himself up to the use of a modern miniature camera, taking "candid"'
living pictures.

Max Bi-rzofsky.

"From A to Izzard"

WELL Bill, since today is the last day you can spend in Philadel-
phia, let s go down to the Franklin Institute. Philadelphia is
an historical city with its Liberty Bell in Independence Hall
and its other famous buildings, but in my opinion you are indeed miss-
ing something if you don't see the institute where science and history are
portrayed progressively, from past to present. That gentleman who wel-
comed you as you passed through the turnstile with his graceful bow and
phonograph voice is "Robbie" the Robot, who greets all guests in such
a fashion. In this big room here are working models of the planets show-
ing their orbits. Here also is the Planetarium where we could witness an
astronomical demonstration, had we the time. Now let us go into this
corridor, the rooms of whicli contain .stages in the development of dif-
ferent conveyances. Over there are bicycles from the era of non-pedal,
foot push days; the old high wheel type of bike; the tandem; and the
modern. In the next room are automobiles from the "one lunger" Cadi-
llac and those types with rope tires, through the Model T to the present.
In regard to air transportation, there we have Amelia Earhardts Atlantic
crossing plane ; a demonstration plane in which anyone may work the
controls; and miniature wind-tunnels and models to demonstrate stream-
lining and wind resistance. That big Baldwin locomotive you see is a
favorite with children who are allowed to climb up and work the con-
trols. In this locomotive room we also see various kinds of signals and
bridge arches used to demonstrate the contraction and expansion of the
various types of bridges. It certainly is interesting to see how a simple
arch can support such weight, isn't it? But come, 'time's a wastin'. Let's
go to another part of the building. In the stair well is a gigantic pendulum
used to demonstrate the motion of the earth. This large room is full of

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models demonstrating the action of chemicals. All the observer does is
press a button and liquids come from various parts of the device through
transparent tubes to mixing bowl. A complete explanation is written
on each machine. At the close of the demonstration the apparatus is auto-
matically emptied and washed — ready for the next customer. Here is
another vast room. It contains a turning stool with adjustable weights
to show the action of a governor on engines, and a great number of other
exhibits. There are devices to show the function of various parts of a
radio, and the effect of body capacity. At the other side of the room are
exhibits showing that pendulums are not controlled by weight, but by
length. Why, what's the matter? Did that bolt of artificial lightning
which just cracked like a whip, annoy you? It's small wonder, for that
was a 15,000 volt discharge and I hesitate to say what it could do to a
human. Over there, however, is a generator which produces a high volt-
age, low amperage discharge, that merely tickles us if we bridge the cir-
cuit. Well, Bill, there's a telescope upstairs, but if we wait an hour or
so, we won't need a telescope to see the stars. We've been here six hours
already, and haven't seen half the exhibits, I regret to say. Nevertheless
we'd better hurry home and eat, if you want to catch your train."

Richard Cunningham, Fr. 7.

Child Curiosity

WHAT power on earth gives a child his ability to ask inexplicable
questions ? My, how many times I have heard this question asked
by mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, and, incidentally,
teachers. Until recently I was not aware of the actual seriousness of this
problem. But nine weeks in a classroom of curious little six-year olds,
added to many nights spent in reading to youngsters in the neighbor-
hood, have revealed to me the reason why teachers sooner or later acquire
that harassed expression. Just imagine yourself a young and eager stu-
dent teacher who is teaching a supervised English lesson in which the
children carry on a telephone conversation. Suddenly, one of your ""x"
pupils, as a matter of fact, your very "dependable" child, wishes to know
just how his voice is carried from his telephone to John's telephone. Be-
cause your period is very short, you tell him that you will explain his
question during some other lesson. You reassure your supervisor that
you will attempt to enlighten the child. By now you wish that you either
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or else had kept your copious notes! You wonder why Jimmie could not
have saved his (question as a contribution to his dinner table discussion
at home.

The next day you find that Mary wants to know what thunder and
lightning are and where they come from, Jack wants to know how a
plant grows from a tiny seed, and shy little Bobby would like you to
explain how a baby chick ever gets inside an tgg. You arrive home in
a state of almost mental disorder, and find that Mr. and Mrs. B. want
you to stay with Billy that night. You consent to help them out provided
that Billy is in bed when you arrive. But you fail to add that he must
also be asleep. After you are comfortably settled in the soft Morris
chair, you hear light footsteps and soon Billy's little curly head appears
over the railing. Of course he wants to know what you are doing and
why you are doing it but you turn his mind to his own school work.
You learn that he is studying about Australia. Before you have had
time to recall whether Australia is a continent or a country, he asks about
the weather in that region. Naturally you do not remember Australia's
equatorial location. But, being very tired, you make a good guess with
the hope that the geography teacher's idea of the climate will agree with
yours.

On Saturday afternoon, you are watching Mrs. X's son, a prospective
scientist of four years. Suddenly you notice the beautiful red glow in
the western sky and you call his attention to it. He gazes at it, and, with
a quizzical expression, says "Where does the sun go at night?" Now
you remember having passed a course in physical geography in which
you learned that day and night are caused by the rotation of the earth
about the sun. You also remember that your teacher used several pieces
of rather complicated geographical equipment to explain this theory. You
finally manage to create an "earth" and a "sun" and you begin to rotate
the earth as you believe it to move. But then you find that this young
Einstein can't quite understand how these bodies hang in space. At this,
you give up!

And so it goes on and on. Wherever you find a child you find this
insatiable curiosity. Lying in bed at night, thoroughly wornout, you
wonder if perhaps you will be able to train your first real class to ask only
explicable questions. But from the reports of others, you doubt it. There-
fore, you decide to be a sport and pleasantly accept the fate of all other
teachers and parents.

S. Stri'msky, Jr. 8.

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Foot Caught; Fancy Free

CAN you pass the window of a travel bureau without stopping to
gaze and gaze at colorful scenes of foreign lands and wonder how
it would feel to be there? I can't. Perhaps this is another of the
by gone delights of the Age of Romanticism that have no place in this
Day of Realism (and Surrealism) . But I am glad for the bit of imagina-
tion that helps one forget the blunter realities "which are ever with us"
and lifts care-worn individuals to heights they may never attain except
in imagination.

Here's a travel poster showing the long liner that is going to carry
us away from the familiar — tiresomely familiar — realities that hem us in.
Night on board ship — standing by the rail — watching. No sign of land;
only a dark sky and dark waters through which our ship cuts its path. A
kindly moon sailing by overhead, smiling benevolently as he sends down
radiant beams. He understands the frailty of humans; he knows why
they have been awaiting his entrance to the heavens. Night — on board
the ship that's carrying us far, far away. . . .

Do you see only bare, brown desert and a scrawny string of camels
on the poster advertising ""Egypt's Mysteries"? Let's look more closely
at the camels ; we can begin to feel the seasickness of the swaying traveler
gazing uncertainly at the sand far below his high perch on a camel's back.
Perhaps the uneven, jogging gait is beginning to affect his thoroughly
American stomach; perhaps he prefers that we do not watch him for the
next few moments. . . .

A colorful poster in the foreground of the window catches the eye;
"See Venice." Venice — of the busy, wet streets, graceful gondolas, strum-
ming mandolins. Can't you hear the murmuring of the waves as they
break on the prows of the little ships? A faint whiff of perfume adds
enchantment to the starry night. Lean back on the soft cushions so you
can better watch the strong oarsman easily paddling with little rippling
splashes. Then suddenly, a loud, cruel splash, we're back where we
started — standing in front of a glass window.

Oh, it's cruel to come back to reality again — back to standing on a
chilly corner outside a travel bureau. But there's some consolation in
the thought that for a few moments, at least, we had all the thrills of the
carefree traveller without his discomforts.

Spring brings many grievous complaints to unfortunate humans —
hay fever, asthma, lovers' lane lumbago, and others of like ilk. But it
brings, also, relief, and release to those who are infected as I am — with
travel fever.

J. Perlman, Soph. 2.

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We, the Teachers

TAKH all the subject matter in our courses of study, mix in a generous
sprinkling of teaching methods, add three or four habits and at-
titudes, stir well — and you still haven't approached the real busi-
ness of real teaching. Only a few years ago these things alone were con-
sidered the sole business of the teacher, but the same political -economic
forces that have brought us the C. I. O. and the sit-down strike have
operated to bring us a similar revolution in educational thought.

Modern educators — meaning Dewy, Counts, Kilpatrick, and a few
others — have adopted a new interpretation of what teachers should teach,
and the pros and cons of that interpretation center about the problem
of whether the teacher should or should not be allowed to discuss con-
troversial subjects in the classroom under the pay of the state. And on
that battleground we have one of the bitterest wars in educational histor\
with Counts, on one side, throwing out the challenge "Dare the School
Build A New Social Order", and hosts on the other side throwing out
"Red Riders" and Teacher's Oath bills. One would have us educate chil-
dren to think by thinking with them on real problems; the other would
have us give the children only the fundamentals — let them learn of mod-
ern problems on their own initiative.

What's your relation to the question? Just this. Study it, dissect it
in all its manifestations, crystalize your own opinion and become a real
teacher; or forget about it, and become a mere dabbler in teaching tech-
nifjue.

Mi:lvyn Seeman. Jr. 4.

On the Peace Question

Today, in many sections of the globe, and especially in America,
there is a clamouring for Peace. Even S. T. C. is subscribing to the pro-
gram of pacifism by dedicating a week to peace education. But be it
known that f>/ere education of public opinion, commendable as it is, will
not in itself prevent war. There are few who would contend that any
sizeable portion of the population want war. Certainly not! The people
want peace!

And this is no new feeling. Woodrow Wilson was elected as presi-
dent in 1916 "to keep America out of war". This should be some indica-
tion of popular feeling about the World War. However, when Ambas-
sador Page recommended that America enter the war to preserve "her"
commercial prestige, and war was declared, Public Opinion, that subtle
and metaphysical device, was so cleverly manipulated through the great

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propaganda machine that it turned a complete about face on the war
question. Pacifists, hitherto honorable and respected citizens, were beaten
down with a holy fervor by the patriots so passionately inflamed with the
madness.

Dr. Carl Becker of Cornell has nicely summed up this situation by
saying that during the nineteenth and twentieth centuries the people of the
world heartily loved peace and have consistently engaged in war.

The only effective final solution of the problems of war is, we be-
lieve, political organization and political action to control and limit the
function of the military state. There must be a thorough understanding
of the social and economic bases of war. And this must be followed by
definite action — political and educational. If we are really interested in
promoting a lasting peace we must not follow the unworthy example of
the Rev. Dr. Edward L. Israel. Dr. Israel withdrew from the American
League Against War and Fascism, the most dynamic organization in Amer-
ica for combatting the twin evils of war and Fascism, because there were
some Communists in the league. We suspect that he will find some of
every variety of political creed in all progressive movements — even Com-
munists. If he waits to find one free of leftists before making his con-
tribution, his wait will be long and his contribution eventually lost.

C. Leef. Fr. 4.

Teachers' Tardiness

THE scene is in a downtown department store sometime around noott
on Saturday. A young woman's gaze pierces the mob in search of
her already an hour late companion.

"What in the world could have happened to Ruth?" she muses.
Possibly she overslept, — trouble finding a parking space, delayed at the

library " But not terribly disturbed because Ruth was always late —

Never meets appointments on time.

Bursting forth from the crowd tumbles Ruth, hair straying around
her face, a costume full of chalk, and dabbed bits of make-up poorly ap-
phed.

"My dear, I'm so sorry. Have you been waiting so very long? I just
could not get ready. Couldn't find a decent pair of stockings, clock was
slow; and traffic jams, ugh."

And as the two trailed off we gather they have much to accomplish
in an afternoon, the result of which will be largely aimless discussion.

Now let's turn to a scene in Ruth's schoolroom. At nine five Ruth
is marking roll and again her patience is disturbed by Penelope who is
not in her place. Just as the roll is placed in the desk Penelope appears

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on the scene. If yuu could be an unseen guest and a good listener this
conversation would reach your ears.

"You people must learn to get in your places by nine o'clock. I
didn't make the rule. That's a rule of the school and must be obeyed.
Penny, may I ask how long you could hold a job if you continued to be
late.-* Why no employer would keep you very long. And you being late
not only makes a bad habit become better established in you but you are
causing the reputation of this class to fall. How long has it been since
we have had the attendance banner? Why the class I had last year. . . ."

And so it is that we as a professional group of supposedly intel: _;:ent
and socially minded individuals demand promptness from our pupils. But
can you recall some of the well known meetings of the Annual State
Teachers Associations? What percentage of the ten thousand school
teachers in Maryland came on time? Can you recall many holiday din-
ners and alumni banquets when the delayed dinner was due to late breth-
ren in the field? Few are conscious that prcjmptneis is a rule o. e:i-
quette as well as a rule on the books of the Department of Education.

M. Jones, Sr.

q^(g0=

Sonnet

In years to come

When I sit by my fireplace, alone,

I shall be weary and numbed

By a thought of days long flown.

And sitting there I shall glance

Into the depths of burning flame

To see there, perchance.

Your face, which needs no name

Recalling to me your careless grace

Your lengthy stride or sudden smile.

Upon my ear echoes a chance phrase

Not forgotten after so long a while.

A decade may erase

The face, gone so quickly in the fire.

M. Cunningham. Sr.

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The Library — At Your Service
Best Seller

"My dear, have you read Gone With the Wifid? ' No? Well, you
don't knov/ what you're missing. Why, it's simply marvelous. . . "

Thus gushed a friend overflowing with enthusiasm. I was not im-
pressed and nonchalantly went my way. Boarding a street car sneezing
to a start, I was violently projected into a group of strap-hangers and
made a forced landing on the feet of a seated woman passenger. She
was imperturbably absorbed in reading a thick grey book, not even hear-
ing my apologies. Curious as to what was so completely occupying her
attention, I looked at the title: it was Gone With the Wind.

My third encounter with the popular novel was in the form of a
book review oozing with honeyed superlatives. It did not greatly stimu-
late me, for I had heard other novels praised extravagantly. For several
months I remained immune to the fever of curiosity concerning the book,
even to such arousing devices as radio comedians' witty allusions and
columnists' punny moments. Then, between acts at the theater, I heard:

"Don't you think Rhett is simply the most fascinating person.'' He's
got that certain something. . . "

The name didn't sound familiar, but I was interested.

"Ummmhuh. Just my type. Tall, dark and handsome, with a past
but his heart in the right place."

My pulse increased its speed to 78 per.

"Couldn't you just wring Scarlett's neck for treating him that way?"

Oh, oh! thought I. Somebody's jealous!

"You know, somebody told me that Margaret Mitchell herself
didn't know whether he came back to Scarlett."

Mitchell . . . Mitchell — oh, yes! The author of Gone With the Wind.
But what. . . 7

"Really, it's the most marvelous book. . . !"

Then I remembered. In the movie news I had read: "The studio is
experiencing difficulty in finding an actress capable of portraying Scar-
lett O'Hara in the coming production of Gone ivith the Wind."

My curiosity had been provoked, but I felt too busy to read the book,
even if it should be as excellent as all the public raving proclaimed it to
be. But miy nonacquaintance with the favorite topic of discussion made
me feel very much out of place in conversations. In justice to my self-
respect I hesitantly asked the Hbrarian if Gone With the Wind — "No
chance. Someone grabbbed it the minute it was returned."

Well, that settles that. I thought. Now I have a good excuse for
not reading it until I have just lots of time. But at lunch I noticed that

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one of my usually very talkative cuiiipanions was teelin^ her way into a
sandwich while intently devouring a lar^^e ^'ray volume. "The Yankees
are comin^t^ to Atlanta!" she gasped, and nearly choked on a piece of
tuna fish.

That was too much. Saturation had brouf;ht me to the reading point.
Having the will, I found the way to a copy.

I urged my tired eyes on to their goal of page 1037 ... I sighed,
closed the book, and turned to my nearest neighbor:

"Have you read Gone With the Wind? No? Well, it's simply —
it's marvelous!" Evmlyn A. Fikdli:r. Fr. 4.

Observed In the Library

With a deep-drawn sigh, as if in misery, she flipped the page over
carelessly and planted her elbows firmly on either side of the book.
Turning abruptly around, so as to face her right hand neighbor, she
began to converse gestulatively.

Upon finishing her conversation with a giggle she turned back to her
work with a concentrative frown. A close observer may have easily be-
lieved the young lady had the troubles of the world on her shoulders.

Looking up suddenly, she reached for her fountain pen and began
to write furiously. She stopped, snapped her fingers, and looked im-
patiently for an eraser. She found it, used it, and returned to her work
with renewed vigor until interrupted by her neighbor.

Apparently giving up the idea of studying, she placed her pen in
her pocketbook and closed her books.

As she sat there she began to tell her friends about an amusing in-
cident that had come out of her day's teaching. Her voice began to
mount in pitch and volume, the group drew closer to a common in-
terest, when without warning came the librarian's stern voice, "I'm
very sorry, but if you want to talk you have to get out."

"Yes ma'am," retorted the girl and picking up her books she waved
to the bewildered group and marched haughtily out into the hall.

E. Bpam. Sr.

Grubbing Along With a Bookworm

SC) oFTiiN parents like to measure their offspring's development bv
outstanding episodes characterizing different stages of his growth.
They like to think of Johnny when he first walked across the liv-
ing room floor unaided, when he first mastered his two wheel bicycle,
and when he first became girl conscious. But I like to look back upon

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my own childhood with a different analysis, using the most influential
molding factor in my life to mark my growth. In short, I like to look
back over my changed tastes in literature as symbols of my development.

At the tender age of five I was launched upon my journey over the
sea of literature, and my little bark was destined for a long tossing and
a changing course. The friends who set me upon my journey had the
best intentions, but what a choice of books I was subjected to! The one
book which made a lasting impression upon me was a collection of
stories of little girls who met horrible fates as the result of their dis-
obedience. The moral tone was so morally moral that its effect still
last. Shall I ever forget Careless Jane. Jane, who never hung her
clothes up as Mother told her! In short, she was the most perfectly
careless child who ever lived. Alas, the fateful day when Jane picked
up the forbidden plaything — the ax, and chopped, chopped, chopped.
Suddenly the ax slipped, for Jane was still careless, and cut off Jane's
leg. And there, opposite this gruesome tale, was the picture of Care-
less Jane with a gory pool on the floor beneath her jagged wound; and
there, beside the pool, was the severed half of the leg.

There was also Nosey Catherine, who could never be content with
the affairs of her own small world, but was ever engaged in minding
other people's business. She stretched her neck so much that it grew
longer and longer. She refused to stop and so did the neck. When she
became a young lady. Nosey Catherine had the great embarrassment
of having to pull her neck about on a little wagon. Good wholesome
moral stories, you say? I wonder.

Fortunately for me my teachers soon had me under the spell of
"Chicken Little" and "The Little Red Hen". But these stories merely
continued the same period of literary growth, the period when my books
were selected for me. It was in my seventh year that an important de-
velopment occurred. I had a constant desire to enter that sacred edifice
known as the Enoch Pratt Library, and to emerge with a book miracu-
lously entrusted to my care. At length I mustered enough courage to
enter and stand before the huge desk. I told my first deliberate lie. In
order to obtain membership I pretended that I was eight years old. I
trembled lest they discover that I was only seven years and seven months.
That proud day when I emerged with the largest book on the shelf as
the symbol of my own selection was stamped on my memory in indelible
ink.

My library privilege spelled good-bye to Chicken Littles and Little
Red Hens. My romatic imagination gloried in fairy tales. Witches, gob-
lins, princesses. Prince Charming's, wizards, elves, and fairies filled my
waking and dream hours. Fairies were more real to me than visitors.
In fact, Great aunt Emma scolded mother severely for my lack of in-

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terest in her. How I loved my world of fancyl "Princess and Curdie",
"The Silver Thread", "Three Wishes", "Rose and the Ring", and "Blue-
bird" were, and still are, favorites. But I was to awake from my dream-
land by some mysterious method known only as change.

I was beginning to want to read about real people. I wanted to read
of girls like me — girls who had secret clubs, camplife, life in the city,
life in places I was unfamiliar with, and all types of girls. My fairyland
was begining to seem silly. I was beginning to see that life is real, and
as the trends of my thinking changed, my choice in literature changed
accordingly. "Eight Cousins", "Under the Lilacs", "Butterfly House",
"Nellie's Silver Mine", "Five Little Peppers", and "Tom Sawyer" be-
came lords and ladies in the court ruled by "Little Women". My fairy-
land became a thing of the past, and my reading carried me into a land
of reality.

Adolescence and high school brought a distinct advance in the choice
of reading material, but for the most part I still stayed with reality.
Classics were studiously read and the bill of fare tempered with lighter,
modern books. In general, my reading lessened in volume, slowed in
rate, but involved more concentration and contemplation.

So we have, in passing, the changing literary tastes characterizing
the growth of a unified bit of protoplasm. From the child who read
what was selected for her, to the child lost in fairyland, to the girl awaken-
ing to reality, to the questioning adolescent. . . And now whither? Will
there be an enrichment of stimulating, thought-provoking literature? The
answer hes with the future. D. Louise Taylor. Fr. 1

Light for All of Us

PRESIDENT Roosevelt said that our government was a three-horse
team and that all three horses must pull together to do the best
work. We think that this is just as true of our library. Such groups
in the library are the faculty, the library staff, and the students.

How can these three horses pull together for the greatest good of
all? Carter Alexander, Library Professor at Teachers' College, Columbia,
answers this question in an article called "Blind Spots In Using Library
Materials", in Teachers College Record, February, 1937. Before we can
prescribe a cure, we must first find the causes of the trouble, or "blind
spots", as Prof. Alexander calls them.

Profitable use of library materials in any higher educational insti-
tution depends upon the keenness of instructional and learning vision of
the three groups mentioned above. The author says, "Like physical sight,
instructional vision may overcome its blind spots by allowing for them.
Each group must look at profitable use of the library from different view-
points.

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The "blind spots" in any of the groups is practically a manifestation
of two things; namely, failing to grasp the instructional process of using
library materials as a whole and not considering the other two groups, the
last producing serious difficulties all around.

First, let us consider faculty "blind spots". Three "blind spots"
cause students trouble many times. The first is the instructor's lack of
a clear functional conception of the types of library experiences he in-
tends to give his students. The second is his failure to take into account
just what the student can and cannot do with library materials. The third
is employing poor motivation in encouraging use of the library by stu-
dents. If the student is to be guided to use library materials, the in-
structors and library staff must convince him that the library can serve
his individual needs as can nothing else. The second fault will continue,
says the author, until the instructors come down to earth with assignments.
Faculty "blind spots" on library service arise mainly from lack of apprecia-
tion of the real nature of that service.

The problems of the staff of any library are fundamentally those of
transportation and distribution. The library tries always to have enough
of the proper books where they are needed when they are needed. To do
this, the staff must at all times know where all books are. To do this,
they maintain elaborate records, a procedure requiring considerable time
under the best conditions. Faculty members have no right to expect good
library service unless they cooperate with these necessary requirements,
and the same truth applies for students to a much greater extent. This
means that faculty members should request new books as far ahead as
possible, send in reserve lists well in advance, exercise due patience, and
avoid unnecessarily handicapping students by their own use of reserve
and recent books.

The "blind spots" of students on library utilization arise mainly from
inmaturity and inexperience. These are of course inevitable at the start,
but it is not at all necessary that these continue. The most important
student "blind spots" are: failure to understand the great library resources
for meeting student needs; lack of realization that successful library use
requires special knowledges and techniques that the student can acquire
only by his own efforts; neglect of planning library work before at-
tempting to do it; inability to appreciate the need of cooperating fully
and promptly with the library staff.

In relation to the library staff, students have much the same "blind
spots" as faculty members, with two additional ones. The first is failure
to realize that on the whole the student must adjust to the library admin-
istration, and not the library to the inexperienced and untrained student.
The second is failure to comprehend that the student should obey the
library regulations as long as they are in force, seeking improvements

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A school is a habit, a striving, a way of thinking, an ideal to be
accomplished. It is a mirror reflecting what is best in current thought and
aspiration. It is a prophecy, a hope, a forward look."

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**The Defense Answers"

IN a recent debate on a normal school appropriation bill in one of our
legislative bodies, the following arguments were urged in opposition
to the appropriation by Edgar G. Doudna, secretary, Board of Re-
gents, Madison, Wisconsin:

1. We have too many normal schools.

2. We are training teachers for other states.

3. This year we had several hundred more normal school graduates
than we needed. They went to other states and we paid the bill.

4. It's time we turn to the essentials of education set up by our
fathers. Our pupils do not measure up. They fail in colleges and
universities.

5. Our normal schools — now teachers' colleges — are over emphasiz-
ing the training of high school teachers and neglecting their ele-
mentary courses.

6. Teachers' colleges have gone degree mad and are trying to become
liberal arts colleges and graduate schools.

In answer to these various indictments of the institution that we rep-
resent, the teachers' colleges accept their field as that of the education
and training of teachers for all grades of the public schools.

A second principle that teachers' colleges are insisting upon is that
all of their work must be of collegiate grade. There have come with this
shift from the secondary to college level some extremely difficult problems
of harmonizing the purely academic viewpoint with the teacher training
program. Much greater emphasis is now being placed upon adequate
and realistic knowledge ; but because this is so evident in the new teachers'
college set up it is unfair indeed to conclude that the other problem is
being neglected or that the teachers' colleges face that which they cannot
overcome alone. We are living in one of the most confusing, unsettled,
and disillusioned periods of history; old values are being questioned, old
standards overthrown, and old governments succeeded by new and terrify-
ing dictatorships. In the totalitarian states of Russia, Italy, and Germany
the schools have been organized into vast and perfectly functioning prop-
aganda agencies set upon indoctrinating youth with the political philos-
ophy of the dictator. This determines organization, curricula, textbooks,
teaching personnel and even classroom methods. Literally education in
these countries is definitely and specifically training for complete subor-
dination of the individual to the state as represented by its dictator. Gov-
ernment steps in to take care of the subject almost as much as the sub-
ject takes care of his cattle. And so in Japan, Russia, Italy, and many
minor countries democracy has disappeared as an ideal.

In such governments the education and training of teachers becomes

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relatively easy. The answers are all in the back of the book. Power comes
from above, confidence and obedience from below. To two thirds of the
population of the world that is basic education today.

We, on the other hand, are grappling with the problem of develop-
ing an education, which includes a teacher education program, for mak-
ing a democratic society in which each can achieve his own destiny under
a government of and by, and for all of the people. Now this very price-
less freedom is challenged. Without recognizing the implications there
are voices calling for swift and complete centralization — the subordina-
tion of education and the schools to social reorganization and regimenta-
tion, the essence of Fascism — and because teachers' colleges are close to
the people, close to the common school, close to the needs of the common
man, they may be and probably are at the very center of the struggle to
maintain and improve our democratic way of life. l R. Headlev.

Frustration

Oh yes, 'tis hard for me to

write a sonnet
For here 1 sit while precious

time slips by
Oh woe is me when'er I

think, upon it!
But ne'er the light breaks

through although I try.
My other studies all go unprepared
My worries turn to imps and

dance around
I beg my friends for help

but no one cared
This tears at heart and brain

and wears me down
But shall I let this demon

conquer me?
Am I a senior or am I a

mouse
No, my unbonded spirit shall

go free I
They shall not say that I will

break my vows
For if need be I shall put

on my bonnet
For all is fair in love and

and war and sonnet. Miriel Jones. Sr.

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TEACHERS COLLEGE RECORD

Enrollment Campaign

Students and faculty filing out two by two on their way to all parts
of Maryland! They are seeking to find new students for our college,
students who will be a real addition to the teaching profession. We
hope that the efforts of our campaigners will be successful and that
we shall see many of these now senior high school students in our col-
lege next year. Our motto is, "One of the best students from each high
school in the State."

Seen and Heard at the *'Tower Light" Dance

The faculty looking like debutants

""J. P." Gamerman's tux.

Miss Munn's corsage

John City's scintillating rhythms

J. Wheeler in a pitcher of punch

Myriads of balloons

S. Hatton's gardenia (Surprising the places that girls can find to plant

flowers)
Another announcement gag
Those cosmopolitan alumni
J. Wheeler in two pitchers of punch

E. Pennington as "Rebecca at the Well" (Or was it the punch bowl)
Miss Neunsinger's infectious laugh
"Execution" of the latest in Swing — Ranft and Hatton slinging it

(Remarkable these modern Terpsichorean creations)
L. Headley's patchwork wrap (Or was it a bedspread?)
Two more balloons taken care of — Pop! Pop!
The ever elusive Mr. Walther pulls a fast one
One round Wheeler — Can he take the punch?
E. Beam holding a mortgage on the faculty sofa (If furniture could only

talk!)
Shylock Schreiber and his ducats
Several Freshmen showing possibilities
A swell time had by all —

Aren't you sorry you weren't there?

Tower Light Dance

What: A grand time.
Where: Tower Light Dance.

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Why: A ^ood orchestra, clever decorations, lovely flowers, perfect part-
ners, gay balloons.
Note: Thanks to all who came, to all wlio helped; we hope you cnjoy.-'i it.

Assemblies

March 22— Mr. PodJich

After sixteen years or so of formal schooling, Mr. PodHch, the
seventh grade teacher of the Campus School, took two months to skim
superficially over a small segment of the world. In preparation for his
trip, in March, 1936, Mr. Podlich joined the steward's department of The
International Seaman's Union. On July 1, he boarded an American Re-
pubhc ship bound for Philadelphia, New York and South America. The
ship stopped at Rio de Janeiro which has one of the best natural harbors:
Santos, the chief coffee exporting port of Brazil ; Sao Paulo, the chief
coffee market and world famous for its snake farms; Montevideo; Buenos
Aires with its artificial harbor; Bahia, the city of two levels connected by
an elevator; and Pernambuco. The entire talk was illustrated with slides
made from negatives taken on the journey. These were found to be in-
expensive and valuable teaching material. Mr. Podlich believes that the
most valuable of his experiences was being on the water and being in
contact with thirty-five people in the intimate fashion necessary aboard
ship.
April 1— Dr. 'Weglein

We hope Dr. Weglein was not April fooling us when he gave his
annual assembly. The latest available statistics that he presented showed
bright prospects for this and future graduating classes. Graduating stu-
dents, however, should not consider this the ultimate end ; the training
of teachers goes on and on. Dr. Weglein wishes the success of the future
teacher could be more accurately estimated before he enters a profes-
sional school, but at present one indication of future success is the scholas-
tic record. It must be remembered though, that personal characteristics
of the individual are much more important than the necessary high scholas-
tic record, for the teacher must be a living example. Training, experience,
ability and personal characteristics are considered for promotions, so that
only those who keep on growing stay in the profession.
April 8 — Dr. Bamburger

The topic of Dr. Bamburger's talk was "Be Yourself and Know
Yourself To Be. " She discussed the importance of liberal education and
liberal democracy. Dr. Bamburger earnestly believes that a person's life
is inter-acted upon by the community in which he lives — that man is the
product of this interaction and environment. She left us with the thought

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that each person must know himself before he can successfully accom-
plish any task, great or small.
April 12 — Margery Mc Bride

To continue the series of assemblies given by members of the senior
class, Miss Margery McBride talked about the English. Because she her-
self was born in England (she insists she is thoroughly Americanized,
though). Miss McBride is in a position to dispute with foreigners who
doubt whether or not the English are human. We find them prone to talk
of trivial things in the face of death and hide their talents, and that they
are above all, lacking in a sense of humor. Their customs, morals and man-
ners are traditional. Certain things just are not done; it is bad taste to
show one's feelings. Miss McBride concluded that they are formal and
reserved but human, and agrees with the late Will Rogers that we both
have manners and customs that drive each other crazy.

H. Davis.

Sharp Notes

Now that one musical organization is famous, it is high time to bring
to light the activities of the other. During the past weeks, the Orchestra
has been rehearsing for the coming events in which it will take part. As
a passing note, the orchestra played, at the assembly on March 18, the
"Spanish Dance" by Moussorgsky.

When the school gambols on the green on May Day, the Orchestra
will be there to help with music for the gambols, as well as lending
"Pomp" (Elgar's) to the procession of the Queen.

Soon after May Day, the orchestra is going to give an assembly con-
cert. At the concert will be featured several solos, and orchestral numbers.

By the time the concert is over, commencement will be here. That
means one thing — many rehearsals. The orchestra contributes two or
three selections to the ceremonies as the final performance of the season.
But until commencement is here, to paraphrase a famous remark, "we
work harder than you think". H. G.

Who's Who

ElEANORA LIVINGSTON BOWLING

Born, Baltimore. Schools — Western High School, Maryland State
Normal School, '28, Maryland Institute. In high school — editor-in-chief
"Westward Ho", secretary Art Club, vice-president Fencing Club, win-
ner Imogene George Memorial Prize for highest average in English, sec-
ond Peabody gold medal for general scholarship. In Normal School —
Editor-in-chief "Tower Light", vice-president General Student Council,

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Chi Alplia Si^ma Honorary Fraternity. Member — Maryland Hi!)turi(.al ixj-
ciety, National League of American Penwomen, historian of the Southern
Maryland Society of Colonial Dames. — Writes and directs weekly radio
feature "Your Baltimore Schools" over WCAO. Author of poetry, feature
article in the April issue of "Character in Everyday Life", and of first
prize-winning script in the National League of American Penwomen's
Radio Contest — 1937.
HAROLD MANAKEE

Graduated 1927, Maryland State Normal School at Towson. Teach-
ing ever since — 5 years elementary, 5 years junior high, 2 years night
school; no degree, a few courses toward one. Likes history and ideals.
Many articles for newspapers, mostly Sunday Sun Magazine — few recent-
ly; several magazines, co-author "My Maryland", Ginn and Co., with Dr.
Wheeler, and Beta Koessmann — now the "better half" — and Lm not care-
less with my fractions!
CHARLES E. RENN

Born, Frederick County. Graduated 1924, Maryland State Normal
School. Taught rural school in Frederick County two years. Also taught
in Bloomfield, N. Y. Elementary School and High School. Received
M.S. from N. Y. University, and Ph.D. from Rutgers. Instructor in
biology at Harvard and Research worker at Wood's Hole Oceanographic
Institution.
LASSELL RITTENHOUSE COMEGYS

Graduated 1928, Eastern High School; 1931, Maryland State Normal
School. Taught in Baltimore three years. Married June 16, 1934 to
Dr. Richard W. Comegys of Claton, Delaware.
HELEN NICOLS BARGER

Graduated in Class of 1928 — Chi Alpha Sigma, President of Class,
Editor of Crystal, Ten dollar Citizenship prize (Bank in Towson). Teach-
er in Baltimore City from September 1929 until April 1934. Married
on January 7, 1933 to Frank Barger a member of the faculty at Mc-
Donogh School, McDonogh, Maryland. Judith Lloyd Barger was born
on September 17, 1934. In Charge of McDonogh School Alumni Otfice
since March 1937.
EVELYN R. GIRARDIN

State Normal School at Towson, 1929 — Teacher in Guilford School,
No. 24, until 1931. Montebeilo Demonstration School 1931-1935. Teach-
er in charge of Curriculum Revision for Primary Grades, 1935 — . Teacher
in Homewood Demonstration School, summers of 1934, 1935. 1936.
Member of Lambda Theta Fraternity, John Hopkins.
ALLAN HULSIZER

Director of Rural Education at Towson 1923-1926. His record fol-
lows: Harvard, A.B.; Columbia, A.M.; Director Rural Schools, Haiti,

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1927-I929, decorated by Haitian Government; Director Delaware Dem-
onstration School, 1929-1934; Supervisor, Secondary Education U.S. Indian
OiSce 1934 — ; Director Demonstration Schools Summer 1930, Univer-
sity of Delaware and summer 1933 Alabama College; Instructor in Edu-
cation Syracuse University, Summer 1933; Member Curriculum Com-
mittee, National Society for the study of Curriculum and Author of a
Chapter in the 1937 Publication of this Society "The Community and its
relationship with the School" (in press D. Appleton-Century) ; Other
published articles — October, 1933. "Navajo Communities and Secondary
Education", Junior-Senior Clearing House (N. Y. University), March,
1935. Helped publish "Old Georgetown" by Fourth Grade Children
(copies in Library of Congress) , and a Haitian Reader, also in Library of
Congress. Vacation travel in Mexico, Canada, West Indies, and Europe.

Ho-Hum

Ask any traveler to New York the answers to these questions:

1. What persons put money in the turnstile to get out? Even the
cosmopolitan Mr. Royston was not above such a procedure.

2. To whom did Mr. Goldstein send a letter and in his newly acquired
"big city haste", forget to sign his name?

3. In what room weren't there enough beds to go around?

4. What boy will continue»-to sleep on three chairs from habit?

5. Do boys pack clothes well? (Answer this with a two letter word.)

6. Were there steps in the Commodore?

7. What is the name of the nearest cafeteria to the hotel?

8. What gentlemen slept through Romeo and Juliet?

9. Can you describe the limb used in Horace Heights novelty num-
ber?

10. What is the largest drink sold on Broadway for five cents?

11. Who appreciates the advantages of Mr. Bell's invention?

12. What three young ladies walked some distance at one o'clock to
buy a coca cola?

13. Why did Mr. Goldstein lose his voice?

14. Did any one have any more energy than Ubie and Alma?

15. Were there any delegates from Connecticuit ?

16. What happened across the court?

17. Did you like your new breakfast companions, girls?

18. Could any one have looked more regal than Miss Rutledge?

19. How much New York silver is missing?

20. What flowers are found on every street corner?

21. What Tower Light staff member ate his own breakfast and
finished several others?

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22. Who ^ave the longest student's speech? (He's a Junior 4 mem-
ber. For further hint see initials A. G.)

23. 'What did Bob use his remaining two cents for.^

24. 'Why did Martha get more sleep than any one on the trip?
2 5. How do we like our campus at M.S.T.C. .-'

26. Does the word "shuttle" refer to a loom?

^■7. 'Why was Fleck shocked by the bill in Longchamps?

28. "Why did Mickey and Sandy laugh at the finger bowls?

29. "What did the "fortunes" show about Schreiber? (Do you be-
lieve that cards don't lie, Maurice?)

30. Was the floor comfortable, Melvyn?

31. What two Freshmen girls had to knock the conductor down for
their luggage?

32. Did Miss 'Woodward have a bird or butterfly on her hat?
33- How was the room service?

34. Would you like to go again?

For those at home the campus grew suddenly beautiful in a brief
length of time. Any day now, we shall feel ourselves capable of produc-
ing romance reports, for in the spring a young man's fancy — . Perhaps
the Ho-Hum editor will run a bureau to arrange the afi^airs of Mr. Cupid.

We are looking forward with eagerness to May Day when our queen
and her court will trip across the field and the Jr. 4 boys cavort about the
May Pole. People with cameras will find the May Pole a likely subject.
Probably one could make much money for one picture. Mr. Sokolow is
to be the May pole. And by the way, Mr. Sokolow proved to be the
height of nonchalance about New York. He had the natives practically
asking him directions. Hurray for Sock.

The year is passing quickly and soon will be a mark in my diary. Do
make some news in the remaining time to be reported on!

Plain Jane.

Sports Angle

Gee, but it's great to be alive these days. Spring, with its budding
trees, sweet-smelling flowers and chirping birds, is here again. Another
sure sign of the good old spring time is the zooming of baseballs over
the North Campus.

The team, after considerable juggling by Coach Minnegan is begin-
ning to assume the form of a well-balanced, hard fighting unit. Most of
our practice games have been tucked away on the right side of the ledger
and in our only major set-to we made a splendid showing against Hopkins.
In this latter game we shelled the offerings of Rubinger, a veteran right-
hander for nine times as many hits as we collected off his delivery two

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years ago. The Towsonites led their opponents in the eighth inning but
about that time things began to happen. Hopkins garnered six runs and
the ball game in less than five minutes. The cause was a combination
of inexperienced material and bad luck. The boys however, went down
fighting and Hopkins knew it had been up against a good team.

There are many games remaining on the schedule. Why not come
out some afternoon and spur the boys on to victory.' They need and
deserve your support and enthusiasm.

Under the Weather Vane

Around whirts the Weather Vane and when it stops it finds us in
the middle of our spring activities. Already boys and girls are in training
for the Athletic Meet at Patterson Park. We hope that the Campus School
will be well represented. Several teams are being formed and children
are working for their badges.

The Annual Arbor Day ceremony was held on April 9. In the
program we had motion pictures about wild life. Later we planted two
cranberry trees in the part of the glen set aside as a bird sanctuary.

We are now looking forward to Glen Day which will be on May 18,
in place of Father and Son Night. This is the first year in which both
fathers and mothers have been invited to see the glen.

The Student Council is staging a "Grass Campaign", which is to be
carried out by the Fifth and Sixth Grades with the cooperation of the
entire school and college. The Sixth Grade is also urging the Milk Fund
drive.

Once a year the children entertain their parents at the Te-Pa-Chi
Club meeting. This year the program was entitled "Arts in the Modern
Curriculum", in which the children from the Fifth, Sixth and Seventh
Grades took part. A play called "Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp",
songs and dances made up the entertainment. The evening was enjoyed
by all.

So another sheet of the calendar is turned and another month of
activities has passed in the Campus School.

Seventh Grade.
April 16, 1937

Student Conference at Salisbury

PERSONAL character problems was the theme of the student con-
ference held at Salisbury State Teachers' College on April ninth and
tenth. High school seniors from the southern and eastern sections
of the state especially, students at the college, and others interested in

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youth and education met to hear talks and participate in forum discus-
sions under leaders who had something to say.

The conference opened Friday afternoon with registration and an
introductory meeting. This was followed by a reception and dance, din-
ner, and "All College Night", an elaborate entertainment program. Ser-
ious business, resumed Saturday morning, featured forum discussions stimu-
lated by questions outlined in the program. Something of their nature and
value may be gathered from a list of the forums and leaders.

1. "Preparing for and Finding the Right Job" — Miss Amery, State
Dept. of Education.

2. "Finding Opportunity to Bear Responsibility as Citizens" — Dr.
Manny, University of Maryland. •

3. "Developing and Following an Acceptable Philosophy of Life'"
Rev. Williams, Wicomico Presbyterian Church, Salisbury.

4. "Determining and Securing the Right Kind of Education" — Dean
Small, U. of M.

5. "Making Proper Adjustments m the Home" — Mrs. Coppage, Md.
Congress of Parents and Teachers.

At the closing meeting, in the afternoon, an inspirational address was
delivered by Rev. Green, Bethesda M. P. Church, Salisbury, and a sum-
mary of significant points was made by Mr. Caruthers, of the S. T. C.
faculty.

Some statements picked at random from the conference may or may
not do justice to the work, as connotations are read into them. "We are
not only preparing for life, we are living." "The danger in a democracy
is that citizens do not assume their responsibilities." "People come to col-
lege for three reasons; — because of a thirst for knowledge, to prepare
for work, or because it's the thing to do." All three may be legitimate".
"The home is conducted for all members of the family". "What you get
from college depends on what you bring to it". "We may tolerate condi-
tions at variance with our ideals, but we must not accept them".

J. C. Klier.

Gretchen and the Mystery of the Castle

ALONG time ago in the Middle Ages, there lived a little girl with
her mother and father. They hved in an old cottage. The little
girl's name was Gretchen. Gretchen's father worked for Lord
Brian of Kent. Lord Brian lived in a castle. He had a little girl the same
age as Gretchen.

One day a messenger came to the peasant home. He said. "Lord
Brian wishes to see Gretchen."

"I am Gretchen, sir. Are you sure he wants to see me.-*"

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"Yes," said the messenger, "I am sure."

Gretchen ran to her room and put on her best dress, kissed her
mother and father goodbye and ran up to the castle. She was taken to
Lord Brian by one of the servants. Gretchen made a courtesy and said
very poHtely, "Do you wish to see me.-^"

"Yes," said Lord Brian. "How would you like to be my little girl.'"

"Oh I would love to, but I thought you had a little girl."

Lord Brian looked very sad and said, "I did until about a month ago.
She mysteriously disappeared while I was away from home. Come, let us
not talk about it. You must eat supper with me."

Gretchen ate very little because she was so excited. When they had
finished eating she went to her room.

The next morning Gretchen was awakened by a knock on the door.
She heard a voice say, "Lord Brian wishes to see you." Gretchen dressed
quickly and ran down stairs to greet Lord Brian.

"Good morning, Lord Brian. How are you this morning.?"

"Very fine, but do not call me Lord Brian. Call me Father, I must
go to town this morning and I am leaving you here with the servants.
How would you like to look around the castle?"

"I would like that very much." said Gretchen.

"Here are the keys. Be careful and do not lose them."

Lord Brian drove off to town and Gretchen, feeling very big to be
left in the castle without her new father, hurried to make new discoveries.
The rooms were large and interesting. Great statues of marble, huge
chests filled with gold and silver, and many relics of ancient wars met
her eyes.

When Gretchen reached the last room on the upper hall, she had
trouble in opening the door. The lock seemed to be rusty. Finally she
pushed open the big door and there Gretchen saw three rooms that opened
into a long passageway. While Gretchen was admiring the lovely pictures,
a sudden gust of wind blew the heavy door shut. Gretchen ran to open
the door again, but she found it was locked. The keys were on the out-
side. Poor little Gretchen was panic stricken. What would she do? She
rapped and kicked on the door. She called to the servants. No one
heard her. She was suddenly startled by the sound of footsteps. As
she turned around, she saw a rough looking man with a dark mask over
his face. He pulled her into the other room where she saw Lord Brian's
daughter sitting in the corner.

Lord Brian came home about this time. He called and called for
Gretchen, but received no answer. Lord Brian and all the servants began
searching. When they reached the door of the big room, they saw a note
pinned to the door. It read: Do not dare enter or you will be killed.

Lord Brian called for help from the village. The wicked old man

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wlio was a former servant in the castle was seized and thrown into prison.
The httle girls and Lord Brian hved happily ever after.

Mildred Gene Hartley. Fifth grade.

Desirable Qualities for a Teacher

One hundred Teachers' College placement bureaus and employment
offices have agreed on the qualities desirable and undesirable which a
candidate for a teaching position should have. This will give each of us
a chance to see what chances we have for success.
Desirable qualities:

1. Prepossessing personal appearance, good health, freedom from
speech defects.

2. Appropriate and attractive dress, and if a woman, sparing use of
cosmetics and especially natural fingernail polish.

3. Poise, emotional maturity and well-adjusted, attractive personality.

4. Tactfulness, optimism, resourcefulness with good initiative and
executive ability and truthfulness.

5. Openmindedness, enthusiasm, pleasing speaking voice, free from
colloquialisms and poor diction; a good vocabulary, and a lively
imagination.

6. He should show adaptability in social situations which will ex-
press itself in liking other people, getting along pleasantly with
fellow teachers and students.

7. He must exhibit good conversational power by ability to carry his
or her part of an interview without embarrassment.

We won't give you the undesirable qualities because of the poor
psychology behind such an action.

State College News, Albany, N. Y.

(Continued from page 33)

only by securing changes in the regulations. Getting the regulations
changed is inevitably a slow process. Real achievements in securing a bet-
ter use of library materials are comparatively recent. No field in "in-
struction" offers more challenging problems. Whatever progress is made,
depends largely upon the degree to which the three groups involved can be
brought to understand each other's mutual problems. To further such
understanding, Professor Alexander of Columbia wrote the article I have
reported in the spirit of Burn's heartfelt wish:

Oh wad some Power the giftie gie us

To see oursels as ithers see us! B. Royston.

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CONTENTS

Cover — -Class of 1937, B.S. in Education Group

Dividing Page Evelyn Robe

Page

What Is Your Stature? 5

The Expansion of Teacher Training Courses 7

To the Junior Class 9

Farewells 1

Class Songs 13

The Last Will and Testament of the Junior Class 14

Ballad of Thirty-Seven 1 5

The Happiest Life 18

Passing Thoughts 1 9

Don't Ever Forget 21

God's World 22

Golfers' Craze 23

Sour Grapes 2 5

Red Letter Days 27

"Owed" to Alma Mater 3 2

Saturday Night in Towson 3 3

Who's Who in '37 3 5

Fatigue 37

Early May Days at the State Teachers College at

Towson 38

May Day Speech of the President of the Student

Council 3 9

May Day 41

Whv Do We Have May Day? 42

Seniors to Freshmen 44

Poems 4 5

Editorial 47

Program of Commencement Activities 48

The Library — At Your Service 50

Solution 53

The Great Brotherhood of the "If" Society 54

Teachers College Record 5 5

Advertisements 76

, 036-37)

LID A LEF, TALL, Vrc^idcvt

Vol. X JUNE, 1937 No. 9

What is Your Stature?

THE president of a well known college, unseen one night, found some
students raiding his hen house and venting spleen upon the faculty
members they disliked. As a chicken was wrenched from its roost
one would exclaim: "Here's old Smith — get him; That fat one stands
for chemistry Johnson — we'll fix him!" Finally they caught a rooster and
with glee dubbed him "Fussy Old Prexy"! The President went back to his
house and remained silent, but the next week invited those three boys
to dinner. Astonished, and pleased, the students accepted. When the
chicken platter was placed on the table, Prexy began by saying: "Mr.
Jones, let me help you to a wing of Professor Smith; Mr. Harvey, would
you enjoy this breast of Old Prexy?" And so the dinner went. The
disloyalty of the students was met with astuteness and true discipline
on the part of Prexy. But the incident should never have happened.

There are many varied selves involved in the make-up or personnel
of a student body in a professional school such as a Teachers College. Much
is expected of the person who elects to enter such a college. Depend-
ability, initiative, and loyalty must necessarily be the attributes of the
student who himself must lead and understand and educate others. His
praise when he should praise is significant, and his silence when he cannot
be enthusiastic, is golden. Not a word should he speak against his college,
its administration, its instructors, — except at the right time, and then
impersonally, and always where it will count for strength. The
right to be installed as a member of any student body is comparable
to belonging to the clan or to the family. Criticism of the family by
those in the family — yes! But ever within the family circle, and only
where criticism can bring results. So it is with our love for our country.
Our slogan is: "My country, right or wrong"; but with an intelligent
loyalty that understands where the wrong must be made to disappear and
the right to triumph.

What, then, is loyalty to the college in which one is an enrollee of
his own volition and choice? There are ways to know its standing and
reputation among other such colleges. If it has an outstanding reputation
the student must share in the responsibility to keep it so. A student
represents the college, on the athletic field, on the street-car, in public
conveyances, in the halls of other colleges when he goes visiting. Does
he speak well of his own college? Is he proud of it? If not, should he
be a student there at all? After estimating the faculty, is he still loyal
and proud when it stands for the right, and is active to help correct the
wrong where the defect is indicated.

As you are about to leave this campus which has been your educational
home, keep in mind the simple philosophy expressed in the following
words — "Above all, to thine own self be true"! And the college will
reflect with brilliance that divine attribute!

LiDA Lee Tall, President.
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LOUESA J. KEYS, Senior Adiiser

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The Expansion of Teacher Training Courses

IT is most fitting that the State Teachers' College at Towson, together
with others of its kind, has expanded its curriculum, and is offering
a four year course with an academic degree.

Time was when the teacher actually needed very little, or no prepa-
ration, for his task. Education was, to the laity, of slight importance
when one's whole world consisted of a community of small area, plus the
occasional visitor from the outside, the few books owned by fortunate
individuals, and the state or county newspaper. Hence, if one could meet
his neighbors on their level, could cull the printed news, could sign his
name when legally necessary or even write an occasional letter, and then
figure well enough to cast up his own accounts, it was considered quite
adequate. So it came about that anyone who had a fair knowledge of the
three R's could, supposedly, teach others.

But great social trends brought changes. Many tasks of the home
moved to the factory, taking family members with them. Social contacts
were increased. Money became more plentiful. Books and magazines were
frequently seen. Transportation facilities were greatly improved, taking
people far from the circumscribed community, or if one did not leave
home, the telephone, mail and radio service made the whole world his
neighbor.

As years passed and changes continued, the social heritage — that which
one must know in order to understand the world and be successful in it —
became more and more complicated, and schools were obliged to develop
accordingly. The elementary grades, instead of a meager three R's, were
compelled to contemplate the whole of society, and teacher training assumed
a decided significance. Teachers who accept such Herculean tasks must
be wise indeed, must be chosen for certain traits of personality and char-
acter, and must depend to an ever increasing degree on the best obtainable
preparation. Four years is all too short a time for one to delve into the
experiences of the years, to organize his findings, to secure the tools for
keeping abreast of the times, to practice and perfect the skills that enable
him to impart knowledge, and to qualify for recognizing the abilities and
aptitudes of those whom he is to teach.

These are times when governments are crumbling, when unrest and
uncertainty prevail, and when it is said that democracy, itself, depends
upon education and those who are, in the near future, to administer it.
Teachers and teacher training carry a heavy responsibility.

Class of 1937, you have the four years' training. Your privileges and
opportunities are many. May success crown your efforts!

LouESA J. Keys.

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MARIE M. NEUNSINGER, Junior Adiiscr

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To the Junior Class

If I'd say goodbye to you and suddenly we should meet again, I would
look for the same youth, the same freshness, the same spirit of friendli-
ness you have always possessed.

You have taught me many things about myself. Some of these have
been personal victories and others have been things in which I failed you —
for the last, I ask no forgiveness. I am truly thankful for all of them.

It is hard to realize the years' rolling by without notice: as hard as it
is to imagine coming face to face with that beautiful beginning called
Death. To have lived that part of a quick short breath of air called Life,
has been an adventure within some far off space — unrealized — and yet, so
near at hand that, as it passes by, it is as pleasing as an unexpected smile
and as startling as tomorrow's gossip.

My life with you has been like that. Thank you again for being
yourselves.

Marie M. Neunsinger.

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Roses

Our college is filled with rose bushes. Every September many immature
rose sprouts are admitted to be cultivated. They are taken into our famous
nursery where gardeners, specialized in various fields of culture, attempt
to prune and cultivate these plants. In four years these tiny sprouts are
transformed into deep-rooted shrubs ready to be transplanted among the
garden spots of Maryland — either to begin new gardens or to glorify those
that have been growing.

For four years the overseers work with each habitant. Superfluous
ideas are properly pruned; undeveloped branches are encouraged and given
special treatment; weeds are destroyed. Our gardeners realize the value
of sturdy roots that find their way deep into the earth and stabilize the
visible plant although not all respond favorably to the treatment they
receive. They do not always develop as their gardeners hope.

Four years is a short time, but it is a valuable time. Set your roots in
good ground, push them deep into our stable earth and grip it firmly.
Then, put your thoughts on the top of your bush and develop a bud for
Alma Mater.

Helen Waters.

The Junior President's Farewell

This is the end of the course! Three years ago, we entered Maryland
State Teachers College and became conscious that we were a part of it,
although the only tie chat united us was a common feeling of strangeness.
Today, it is hard to realize that our Commencement Day is here.

We have been working toward a common goal. Along this path,
we have traversed a short way; yet there is much to be accomplished.
Some of the class will go out into the professional world, while the county
members will remain to carry on and receive further training.

We, as departing Juniors, realize that even though we may not come
back, the school always will be a living part of us. We, at present, think
only of May Day, Prom, Class Night, Professionals, and Graduation. As
we work in our field, the deeper and more lasting things will be recalled
to our minds. Our relationships with the faculty have been so valuable
that we hope their standards may really benefit us. They have guided
us so that we in turn may aid children in becoming worthwhile citizens.
No matter what we may become or in what branch we may work, our
lives will be richer for our life at Maryland State Teachers College.

As we separate, let's not say "good-bye", just "so long."

Edith Jones.

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Sophomores

Two years ago as Freshmen green
We entered on this college scene.
Since then we've gained in education
The finest found within the nation.
And now with many a doubt and fear
We're entering in our Junior year.
We'll strive to keep the standard high.
May Towson's spirit never die!

c. s.

The Year As Freshman President

As our first year here at State Teachers draws to a cla^e, we, the
Freshmen reflect upon our brief life in the college. We have been intro-
duced, by the careful planning of the faculty and the good fellowship of
the upper classmen into a general, and in many ways, specific understanding
of the goal that lies before us, as it has lain ahead for those who have gone
before us, and will lie ahead of those to come. And thus it is with con-
tent that we remember Freshmen Week, Freshmen Mother's Weekend,
Demonstration Night, The Men's revue, our dances, and the myriad other
events which have been milestones in our first year here.

We look ahead to our next two or three years, which ever it may be,
with a feeling of confidence, a confidence of further enlightenment. As
we progress, we shall see our old friends pass to greater fields, and we shall
greet our new friends as under classmen. We shall not forget the com-
panionship and cheer of those who are about to leave us, and will make it
our duty and privilege to carry on. Next year should see us mesh more
completely with the cogs of S.T.C. To those graduating we say, "Good
luck, and thanks."

Richard Cunningham.

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SOMK UPPER CLASSMEN AND FACULTY
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Senior Class Song

The Class of '37 is fine
We'll try to prove our name.
We'll stand by Alma Mater true,
And thus we'll share her fame.

We're small but like the jewel
We'll glow with all our might.
That from our Alma Mater true,
We'll carry forth her light.

Elinor Wilson.
Doris Middleton.

Junior Glass Song

Here's to Teachers College,

Our cherished Alma Mater,

We pledge thee

Loyalty,

And in praise we raise our voices.

We'll strive to bring thee honor

As to the heights we soar.

Here's to Teachers College.

Thy sons we'll always be!

We hope to make thee proud of us.

As we are proud of thee.

Flying colors gleaming,
For us they hold a meaning.
Clear and true, hopes not few — our
Hearts with pride, are beaming.
The green may long be shining,
For silver is the lining.
Our own Teachers College,
With you we take our stand!
Our class will e'er be grateful
For thy guiding hand.

Charles Haslup
Virginia Hagerty
Sylvia Bernstein.

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The Last Will and Testament of the Junior Class

E, the Junior Class, being mindful of our departure from the
Towson State Teachers College, do hereby acknowledge this
instrument as our last will and testament.

First: We, the following members of our class do hereby leave, grant,
and bequest the following intangible characteristics and attitudes which
are our most cherished assets to those who will take our place.

Miss Virginia Hagerty leaves her executive ability.
Miss Sylvia Bernstein leaves her original announcements.
Miss Clara Bestry leaves an Irishman's posters.

Miss Cecile Goldstein leaves test tubes, molecules, and other little
things of life.

Miss Edith Jones leaves her stately height.

Miss Jennie Levin leaves her wisecracks.

Miss Pauline Mueller leaves her desire to dance like Eleanor Powell.

Miss Helene White leaves her collection of Admiral's pins.

Miss Florence Kroll leaves her Tollable brown eyes.

Miss Eleanor Sanborn leaves her lovely clothes.

Miss Alma Taylor leaves her various colored hair ribbons.

Miss Ruth Timanus leaves her dry humor.

Miss June Dousha leaves her athletic ability.

Miss Margaret Kiser leaves her dancing feet.

Mr. Max Berzofsky leaves his candid camera.

Mr. Albert Greenfield leaves his argumentative ability.

Mr. Harold Goldstein leaves his expert sales' talk.

Mr. Maurice Schreiber leaves his Tower Light bills.

Mr. Isadore Sokolow leaves the May Pole.

Mr. Sidney Tepper leaves his Intellectual Genius.

Mr. Walter Ubersax leaves his effortless popularity.

Mr. Leonard Woolf leaves his melodious voice.

Second: We also leave to the following clubs:

To the Dance Committees — The perennial ferns that adorn the baskets
for the dances and a prize for the first committee to devise a new method
for decoration

To the Glee Club and Orchestra — An absolutely free Monday after-
noon.

To the Tower Light — The student body and

To the Student Body — The Tower Light.

To The Mummers — Sidney "Frederick March" Perlstein and Isadore
"Lionel Barrymore" Seeman.

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To The League of Young Voters — More skating parties.
Signed, Sealed, and Acknowledged this seventeenth day of May, 19375
before and in the presence of two witnesses.

Witnesses:
Patsy Tall
Pan Gargoyle.

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•

Ballad of Thirty-Seven

The Senior Class of Thirty-Seven
Has a roll of four and eleven.
Returned to College, we all agree
To seek the elusive B. S. Degree.

We soon learned to our dismay
The Professors thought our work was play.
From thence to June, our days were spent
Working heroically on lessons we couldn't prevent.

To classes sadly we went each week
Subjects to us, which seemed like Greek.
Seminar, Physics, Morrison, English
To end them all was our daily fetish.

For gym, the girls took up their bows
Straight to the mark went senior arrows.
Bedminton too, they liked to play
Even tho' their birdies flew away.

For our first picnic we tripped to the Glen.

For others, to Washburn's, Royston's, Beam's, and then

At Miss Keys' we had a good time

Celebrating the birthday of St. Valentine.

Inauguration Day arrived at last

The rain it poured down thick and fast.

Out we started seven strong.

But only five did brave the storm.

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Ruth escorted us soon to the train
Muriel only to Washington came.
Kemp, Shank, Waters, and Straining
Enjoyed turkey dinner without any raining.

On the fifth of May the tables were turned
The seniors were served by the teachers so learned.
Then out for song and a dance on the Green
In honor of Larue, the senior May Queen.

Lest you forget our wee little class
We'll tell you now of each lad and lass.

Our President and Honor Maid
This year, a strategic role played.
We hope, dear Helen, you will be
With Windy always most happy.

From Merrie old England with the tide
Comes our quiet, reserved Marjorie McBride.
Vice-President of our class was she
A teacher in Baltimore County, she plans to be.

Our Secretary was Abe Berlin
An Einstein he could easily have been.
Among us all, he alone could do
Science problems of any hue.

Muriel Jones, a likable lass

Was chosen as Treasurer of our Class.

Smiling and happy and always gay

Was the way she stole Harry's heart away.

For our enjoyable parties we have to thank
Our expert Social Chairman — Miss Shank.
Would we flatter her if we said.
Thou alone shall never wed?

Red hair and freckles, witty and frank
Among the seniors Mary held high rank.
Nicknamed "Armstrong" bv Mr. Walther
What will change it at the altar?

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Star of all college sports is our Betty
To shoot the score high she is always ready
A friend to all — a true one too
There's nothing for us she wouldn't do.

A Senior he at S.T.C. — Mr. Elwood Beam
Often for Charlotte did he scheme.
We'll remember him for his manner so gay
Smiling and happy all through the day.

Martha, the President of Y.W.C.A.
Also attended the Queen of the May.
In Jarrettsville you'll find her home
But far and wide she plans to roam.

The Senior editor of the "Tower Light"
Has made each issue a real delight.
Marion, with pen, expends much skill
Margaret Mitchell's place she soon will fill.

Although Webster wrote the dictionary.
Ben Novey far deflates him in vocabulary.
His democratic principles make us believe
He'll be the first in our class to achieve.

Ruth Hunter, the Marshal Chief
Has bestowed on us the firm belief
It pays to be individual and neat
For in Bob's esteem she can't be beat.

To Mrs. Harley, we shall leave
Excerpts from the Classics three.
Although so late to us you came
Soon your friendship we did acclaim.

A farmer lad to us did come
To all he is known as Royston.
His hearty aid you'll all agree
He gaily gives at anyone's plea.

To beauty now we humbly bow
An intellect too, you'll allow.
Larue was chosen to be our Queen
A fairer one we've never seen.

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To Miss Keys our loyal guide

We owe our present prevailing pride.

She's been to us a beam of light

To which we turned for strength and might.

"We're small but like the jewel
We'll glow with all our might
That from our Alma Mater true
We'll carry forth the light."

The Happiest Life

While engrossed in the unusual pastime of putting my room in order,
on a dreary one-session day, I came across a folio of notes I had taken
during my second year at this school. Reminiscently, my eyes took in
the scrawls, designs, and cartoons in which my pen had, actively or
languidly, indulged in those days of yore. Then, on a page all to itself,
appeared these words: "The happiest life has a vocation, an avocation or
main hobby, and many active interests."

As I reread these words, I relived the scene of the day I had written
them there. Once more, I saw Miss Rutledge jingle her bracelets as
ihe spoke that sentence. Again I heard her add significantly. "... and
underscore the word 'active' ". My mind's eye watched my pen as it
took this latter admonition literally.

The picture faded; but in its wake followed a series of others. These
were mental glimpses of some of my friends seen in the light of Miss
Rutledge's philosophy. Next, I applied my own life to this standard, and
made several decisions.

However, there seemed to be another idea — vague and wordless, as
yet — running around in my mind, begging to be allowed its say in this
stream of thought. What was it?

Suddenly, it burst forth: "The happiest man is he who thinks the
most interesting thoughts." Now where in creation had that come from?
Then it dawned on me that I had read it in a small, unobtrusive
pamphlet — the title and author of which I still cannot recollect — in the
school library.

How did that fit into the picture, though? At first. "The happiest
man is he who thinks the most interesting thoughts" seems no more than
an involved way of saving nothing. In the light of "The happiest life
has a vocation, an avocation or main hobby, and many active interests",
however, the meat appears.

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Obviously, the former quotation states a principle; the latter, a
practical method through which that principle may become a fact.

When Miss Rutledge left this college, we lost a great deal; a vacancy
in the professional and social life of the school was formed which may
remain unfilled for a long time. Such a loss, however, is somewhat
assuaged by the thoughts she passed on to us. Through these thoughts
we may both remember her, and, if we be wise, profit.

Edw. MacCubbin, '3 5, '36,

Passing Thoughts

"When the first golden sunbeam peeps o'er the hill

On a morning quite early in May"
the sound of children's voices floated through the windows of the library.
Where had I heard that song before? Oh, yes, that was the song our
class sang when we graduated from elementary school. The picture was
dim at first, but gradually a jumble of scenes began to take form in my
m.ind — a group of wide-eyed boys and girls huddled together outside the
door of the auditorium, the same group filing in and finding seats facing
the audience, t^vo girls playing a duet, the class singing several songs, and
then that never-to-be-forgotten recitation. Boldly, I had stalked out on
the platform and begun to recite —

"Over his keys the musing organist" and then, quite unexpectedly
everything had gone wrong. I wondered what made my voice sound
so hollow and far away. My knees began to shake and a queer sinking
feeling came over me. I gulped, caught my breath, and plunged on.
Someone smiled. My face turned scarlet, then I seemed to lose con-
sciousness. Suddenly it was over. Never before had I fully appreciated
the protection of a sturdy chair beneath me. Dimly, I recall the speech
that followed, holding as little meaning for me as the "Prelude to the
Vision of Sir Launfal." Finally, came the awarding of the diplomas. It
was strange that at commencement time my thoughts should turn back
to this first graduation. To me that brief hour symbolized the end of
childhood and the beginning of — .

The shrill sound of the bell jerked me back to the present and just in
the nick of time I rushed into history class.

Louise Drake, Soph. 5

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SOPHOMORIS AND FRESllMtN
20

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Don't Ever Forget!

1. The unusual "shots" made by Mr. Walther at every turn from
May Day, to an innocent walk or conversation.

2. Assemblies that ran overtime when you hadn't eaten much breakfast.

3. Miss Weyforth's motions to increase or decrease volume.

4. Announcements you had to make in assembly when there was time
for only one more.

5. The back curtain advertising system recently adopted.

6. Notices to report to Miss Gilbert immediately.

7. Days when the Prom was a week away and no decorations had
been made.

8. The genius of Miss Neunsinger to get decorative notions at the
strategic moment.

9. Miss Daniels and her air conditioned hat.

10. Days when everyone in assembly was asked to remain for one organiza-:
tion or another.

11. Pleas -for money made by the men in Council meetings and sturdily
contended by the girls. *

12. The sign, "Turkey Tomorrow — 15c" in the cafeteria.

13. The sign, "Tower Lights are here."

14. The "Lights Out" ruling in the dorm. (Never broken, by the way.)

15. Pleas of the Campus Committees.

16. The difficulty in finding your books on the rack outside the cafeteria.
(Increasing from year to year.)

17. Learning to eat candy in class just after the bell has rung.

18. That "all gone" feeling when unprepared. (Unless conditioned by
long practice) .

19. Your first receiving line.

20. Patsy chasing up and down the steps.

21. Fiery moments in student council meetings.

22. Crocuses on the hill near the dorm.

23. Monday mornings and Friday afternoons.

24. Suitcases carried to class on Friday afternoon.
2 5. May Day.

26. The first sight of caps and gowns.

27. Telling fortunes on ice cream in the dorm.

28. Miss Tansil's talk on Statistics. (Every Freshman Class is better.)

29. The deadline is March 13.

30. Holiday and birthday dinners in the dorm.

31. Gym in the barracks on rainy days.

32. The young feeling the boys seem to get in gym clothes.

33. Marshals tearing their hair.

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34. The Tower Light editors looking pale.

3 5. Collecting money for Men's Revue tickets.

36. Unofficial moments on the New York trip.

37. Ping-pong technique badly in need of improvement.

38. Standing campus romances.

39. The last book gone in the library.

40. An absence slip you forgot to sign.

41. Loss of weight during student teaching.

42. Suddenly remembered observation. (You had gone to your regular
classroom!)

43. Dancing in 223 (a thing of the past.)

44. Report card marks that are as good as blanks.

45. The "power house" class.

46. Student Council Get Togethers (for Day Students only).

47. Physics experiments.

48. Astronomy observations when it rained.

49. The enthusiasm of the Forum speakers.

50. To subscribe to the Tower Light next year.

M. C.

"mxm^

God's World

Higher, higher, higher our automobile climbed, chugging up the zig-
zag trail. Upward, ever upward we pressed along the road cradled be-
tween live green foliage, until we gained the mountain crest. Then, all
power of motion seemingly suspended, we stood awe-stricken; to move,
to have uttered a single syllable would have destroyed the wondrous spell
of beauty unfolded below us. Two valleys, with the wrinkles smoothed
out of the green and tan checkered loveliness of their best dresses, spread
proudly to the east and west. The wide, hazy sweep of distant mountains
with green clumps of trees like barberry bushes clinging to the dull blue
mantle of the mother crest, were in the background of the panorama.
Like a thin, curving white lariat appeared the treacherous mountain road.
Puffy white clouds pursued one another with a neighboring peak for
"base". Pure, undiluted sunlight deluged the summit, making grass
and leaves dazzling in its brightness. When at last we spoke, it was to
say, "This is too beautiful to last!"

Virginia Smith, Fr. 4.
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**Golfers' Craze"

^*TX THO on earth could get any enjoyment out of chasing that little
\A/ pill around four or five miles of hilly country, carrying a ton

^ ^ of clubs on his back?"

That is the way it starts! Of course, even though one thinks it is an
utterly senseless game, somehow he manages to watch a few games.

The next stage is when one is driven, in absolute disgust at the way
the game is being "murdered" by those playing it, to show them how
really simple the thing is. That is the beginning of the end. After the
golf club is swung but once, that ball missed or knocked a few yards,
the craze is on. One never realizes his hopeless condition at first.

One starts by merely picking up the club to show some apparently
stupid individual that the whole game is a simple undertaking. Then,
to his dismay and chagrin, the little ball does not do the things he intends
it to do. No intelligent, strong-willed person is going to see himself made
a fool of by such an insignificant toy, so the fever is started. The first
attempt is probably the cruelest and most heart-breaking. One usually is
doing his worst with someone else's clubs (having no intention, certainly,
of ever owning such a crazy conglomeration of junk himself.) Sweat
pours from his brow as first he chops with awe inspiring determination at
that insufferable little pill lying in front of him. Turf flies in all direc-
tions. Still that tiny seed of mischief lies gleaming before him, not
budging an inch. Then, more determinedly than ever, the would-be
golfer swings wildly through the air in a valiant effort to overcome the
turf raising method. He shades his eyes and gazes far out upon the
horizon. "Where'd it go? Did you see it?" Some kind friend, with mirth
shaken shoulders points spasmodically to the shining white sphere reposing
untouched in a small island of grass, in fact, the only patch of grass left
within a radius of five feet. That settles it! One will not be laughed at!
Oh, they will laugh to a different tune in a very few days! He will show
them when he gets the right kind of clubs.

That day or as soon as his purse will permit, the gold clubs are
bought. The kind and number of sticks depending on the size of the
purse. It may be two sticks and a ball, or a "matched" set with mono-
gramed balls and a complete outfit of golfing togs. No matter the outfit,,
the passion underneath is the same. The craze then sets in with unabated
fever. Burning suns, pouring rain, shattering hail, what matter they?
To the prospective golfer these are only matters of small importance.
Perhaps a little uncomfortable at times, but in his wholly dazed condition
he is oblivious to all but "his game".

The day begins at dawn. With the first ray of light, he is at the tee
"raring to go". With the last fading minutes of twilight he is plodding

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wearily back and forth across the "green." A handkerchief is over the
hole so thait it can be seen, and a dozen or more balls are lying about. With
blistered and calloused hands, he "follows thru". Grim determination is
written in every line of his tired body. When the longed for "plunk"
finally greets his ears, it is as if a bell were sounded. Immediately the
sagging lines of his aching back are erased as he straightens momentarily
to shout to a perspiring "partner in passion", who is just as determinedly
pitching balls from the sand trap to the green above, "Say John, look
at that putting! I just sank one that was every bit of twenty feet from
the hole. I played the curve at just the right angle, of course I figured
on that little roll and ."

"Oh, tell it to someone who hasn't heard it the last five times,"
comes from the equally weary form in the trap. Clouds of sand arise
periodically as "John" blasts the balls out of the trap. Covered with dust,
he sticks to his self-imposed job with an iron will, "he'll plant every durn
ball on that green or bust." So the pitching and putting continues, until
from sheer exhaustion the golfers call it a day.

There are days when one "Sure is hittin' them like Sarazen himself!"
After each hole the rest of the party are told exactly how he "played that
run on the fairway", "overcame his slice" or "pasted the ball on the green
from the worst place in the rough." On the other hand if one "wasn't
hittin' them so good", it is a bitter dose of instructions he must take
from his partner. He "shouldn't have used the number four iron on
the last shot," his "swing is all wrong", and so on, for eighteen holes of
misery.

What else but a craze could bring perfectly intelligent people back
for more after such complete torture of bodies and wrecking of good
dispositions? What one of them has not threatened to quit when his
game seems to have "gone wild"? But have you ever heard of a golfer
who quit the game for good? Whatever the fascination is, it seems to
hold for good; so take a kindly word of advice from one who has the
craze and don't try "just hitting a few" unless you're willing to pay the
price.

Alice Zerbola.

Cinquain

Rising

When cold grey clouds

Hide the beauty which comes

With beginning day, my mood also

Is grey.

Ruth Hunter, Sr.

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Sour Grapes

Polly was thinking. Polly was angry. If only she had a Davy. What
right did Molly have to a Davy, if she, Polly, could not have one?
Weren't they twin sisters? Didn't they both always get the same things?
It wasn't fair. Perhaps she would commit suicide. But no, then she
would never even have a chance to get one. Maybe, if she tried hard
enough, she could get one by herself. But that would take too long and
she wanted one right away. God couldn't be that cruel. He would
help her get one — or would he? The Sunday School teacher had always
said, "God helps those who help themselves." She would have to think of
a way to get one. Maybe if she got all dressed up and curled her hair
and behaved herself and smiled at everyone, MAYBE she would get one.
Maybe — and then again — maybe not. It was all in knowing how to do
it, and Molly certainly knew how to do it.

Maybe after all she didn't really want one. The novelty would soon
wear off, and she would get tired of him, and she would always have to
put him in his place, would have to find some way to get rid of him.
Perhaps it was all for the best that she didn't get one.

Uh-oh — there was Mother coming down the hall. What could she
want! My goodness, how exasperating! Just when she had decided that
she really could not be bothered with one, mother finished making her a
doll exactly like Molly's doll, Davy.

B. Weiner, Fr. 6

Thoughts on Writing a Sonnet

The lovely sonnet's tale has oft been told

Of love, of joy, of happiness, of strife,

Of feelings deep, a poet's dream of life.

By Petrarch, Shakespeare, Milton and their fold.

In words sublime, serene, more fine than gold.

With words that are the essence of all life.

With music fitted for Pan's sweetest fife

And we dull mortals are exceeding bold;

Are fools who tread where angels fear to go.

Who tread blaspheming, heathen, 'til we're met

By ghosts of those who lived so long ago.

Who plead with us their souls not to forget,

If we in peace would rest after we go.

Then think of them. Revile ye not their sonnet.

A. Berlin, Sr.

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Red Letter Days

1934

September 5 th

Registration Day — Renewed some friendships and made others.

September 6 and 7

Entrance tests — The battery of tests sure batters one — need relaxa-
tion and it comes in form of Induction Service — "Lighting the Way"
grips one emotionally.

September 10

Schedule begins — new routine — can't find rooms — upperclassmen don't
know where they are either — that's a relief — instructors plunge right
into the work — must get all the texts from the library — only keep
them for a short time — novel system.

September 12

Faculty Assembly — all of them on the stage — wonder who they are?

September 17

First Glee Club rehearsal — Is it good! — wonder if I am good enough
to be kept in it?

September 28

General Student Council Assembly — swell to have a say in student
government — may say plenty.

October 5

What a Soccer team we have! What a showing against Western
Maryland!

October 10

Men's Meeting — heard so much about them and all of it's true —
spirited discussions — good entertainment — plenty refreshments.

October 12

Senior Class Benefit Dance — first one I attended at Normal — we fresh-
men surely did show up well.

November 2 and 3

Freshmen Mothers' Weekend — all of the Mothers who came, really
found out about us at the facutly discussion — we put on a show for
the Mothers — a fine supper at the dormitory dining room.

November 28

Our first holiday — Thanksgiving — some of us need the rest — first
time most of us realized what college work really is.

December 18

Govans Community Sing — enjoyable — we're all embued with the
Christmas spirit.

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December 20

Christmas Dinner for the resident students — must have been good to
hear them rave about it.

December 2 1

Christmas Assembly — quite a spectacle — Normal students and Elemen-
tary took part — plays and singing.

1935

February 4

Tea at Dr. Tali's house — a good chance to meet those faculty members
we don't already know — "really enjoyed it," is the consensus of
opinion.

March 1

Tower Light Benefit Dance — glad I went — had a fine time — Freshmen
turned out in droves again.

March 14

Girls Demonstration Night — Our girls really put up a good fight —
Seniors beat us by J 2 point boys helped by cheering — another innova-
tion.

April 5

Our big day — Freshmen Benefit Dance.

April 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

New York Trip — something new for us — experiences galore — educa-
tion by travel is a good thing — we need more of it — visited many
schools — saw legitimate stage shows — met many men big in the
educational world — visited Montclair T. C. — saw night life.

April 26

The men of the school show their worth — Men's Revue — social and
financial success — can we sing and dance — now girls appreciate us.

May 1

May Day — pageant — the queen and her attendants were beautiful —
ought to have several May Days each year.

May 5

School's over — next year we are to be called Sophomores — first time
in the history of the school — must say "so-long" to our classmates.

May 9

Baccalaureate Sermon — a beautiful sight even though it rained and
was cold — over awed by the impressive sight — seniors in caps and
gowns — girls in white — boys in blue and white.

May 11

Commencement — sang in the glee club — first outside service I have
seen — weather grand — Governor Nice was present — sorry to see our
old friends leave.

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1935
September 1 1

Helped register Freshmen — feels good to be an upper classman —

noticed the handbook was titled State Teachers College at Towson,

Maryland.
September 6

Rest of the Sophomores came back to register — some of '34 did not

return.
September 7

Work begins — nothing new to us this time — the freshmen ask us

directions and now we misdirect them just for fun — must go to

Glee Club rehearsal.
November 1

Hallowe'en Dance — all of us in the spirit of the thing — macabre

decorations — good music.
November 18

Sophomore 1 and 2 start to make units — same story burdened with

work.
December 20

Old English Dinner — held in the dorm dining room — meal was fit for

a king — bearing of pheasant and fire by waiters quite impressive —

carols by the students, Glee Club and help — music by the orchestra —

entertainment galore — to suit the Lord and Lady of the house — will

never forget Miss Rutledge as she read the bequests.

1936

February 3

Sophomore 1 and 2 on the "Great Adventure" — Student teaching —
Sophomore 3 and 4 begin their lament "Units" — work too heavy —
Others have done it, guess we can.

March 12

Girls demonstration Night — we did it this time — can't hold us down —
boys helped by cheering in the balcony.

March 21

Men's revue — more of a musical than last year — a departure from
set pattern but well received — original settings and vocal arrangements
of old favorites brought plaudits from the spectators.

April 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

New York trip starts today and "no foolin" — few Sophomores go
since some are Student Teaching and others are preparing to go out.

April 6

"Warriors return" — Sophomore 1 and 2 come back from student
teaching having gone forth and conquered — Sophomore 3 and 4
try their hand at teaching.

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April 24

Sophomore Dance — everyone in his finery — social contacts really do
one good.

May 6

May Day — similar to last year — May Court — queen crowned — buffoon-
ery by students.

June 12

Summer vacations — visions of tennis, the shore — camp — P.A.L. — free
evenings — etc.

1936

September 1 1

Registration Day — the "Last Round-up" for most of us — did you ever
see such a beautiful suntan? — we walk around with that air of
abandon — this further awes the Freshmen.

September 14

Classes begin — headaches all over again — units — Glee Club rehearsal
the first day — "there ain't ain't no Justice" — went down the glen —
quite a scenic and practical addition to the campus.

November 2 5

Thanksgiving holidays — a chance for student teachers to get a
breath — a little too early to be tired.

December 22

Christmas holidays — no dinner this year — last year's celebration
brings back fond memories — This time student teachers need the
rest — only if they are physically fit can they go out — those at Towson
come to 'haunt" us at our centers — they go out a day earlier — as if
they needed it.

1937

February 1

Second semester begins — axe certainly fell on Junior 4 — lost three
members — only ten of us left now — quite a shock to most of us —
we're sure they'll fit into some other endeavor.

February 8

Tea at Dr. Tail's — always look forward to it — some of the faculty
serve — others in the receiving line — a good chance to meet them in
a social situation. —

March 1 1

Girls Demonstration Night — we did it again — came off with first
honors — won't soon forget the cheering of the boys in the gallery —
won't soon forget the precision of our girls in their exhibition — wonder
who turned off the moon in Pauline Mueller's inspiring dance! — moon
or no moon it drew the plaudits of the crowd.

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March 19 and 20

Men's Revue — Bob Goldstein is certainly some M. C. — they come
no better. John Klier nearly pushed Bob Burns off the air with his
"Bazooka" — Jaffa proved he could play the sax — Sokolow served
notice on all radio shows (a parody on Jack Benny) "had them in the
aisles — Berzofsky's rendition of "La Donna Mobile" was a hit.

April 14-18

New York Trip — Juniors well represented — Jaffa competed with the
B&O — took 5/3 of the section in his car — visits to the schools revealed
new techniques — Tea at Columbia — hobnobbed with leaders in educa-
tion — Hayden Planetarium — did you ever live twenty-four hours in
three minutes? We did it here — Radio City — Capitol Theatre — George
Hall at the Taft — Wally really paid Louie at Hoffbrau's — Jaffa's
date, G. J. ("True" to him) did not ask for a "Planter's Punch" at
Hoffbrau's — it was a mistake — Room 1021 at the Commodore —
"Men's Headquarters" for S.T.C. — telephone lines always busy at
hotel rooms — those "Yankee" girls from Conn, (ask Goldstein and
Schreiber) — Fifth Ave. buses — subways — automats — Seeman and
Alice — finally that disconsolate crowd comin' home on the train.

May 5

May Day — Seniors in their caps and gowns and Juniors marched into
the assembly — installation of next year's officers — our gift (a check
for $12 5) to the school — Crowning of the Queen, Larue Kemp —
attractive members of the court — Helen Waters, Lorelle Headley,
Katherine Parsley, Alice Zerbola, Betty Rubin, Dotty Simpson, Dot
Healy, Virginia Hagerty, Edith Jones, Elinor Sanborn, Martha Holland
— a stately May King was Roger Williams — Glee Club sang — orchestra
played — many visitors — elementary children sang and danced — city
Juniors danced.

May 14

Prom — ^begins at nine — Bob Craig's music — buffet supper in shifts —
program dance — our last and most auspicious social affair — Juniors
and Seniors both attend — won't soon forget this.

May 19

Father and Son Night — picnic on the campus — baseball game —
general camaraderie between fathers and sons.

June 4

With mingled emotions we find the end has come.

June 7 and 9
Professionals.

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June 1 3

Baccalaureate Sermon.
June 1 5

Commencement.

N. Neubert Jaffa, Jr. 4.

"Owed" to Alma Mater

Our hearts are filled.

Our lips are stilled.

We think on what you've taught us.

Always a light,

In a dark night,

That never dimmed or wavered.

Quiet and still.

Upon a hill,

A goal toward which to labor.

Always a guide
To work beside,
That erred not in the leading.

Forever a friend.
To any end,

No matter what the needing.

How could we ask

For better task

Than this that's set before us?

Our hearts are filled.
Our lips are stilled.
We think of what you've brought us.

Mary Washburn.

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Saturday Night in Towson

Rain or shine, the streets of Towson are always crowded on a Saturday
night. In the streets and in the stores are women, not hurrying to some
destination or purchasing, but gossiping. Fat women and thin women,
tall and short women gather in groups to discuss the latest illnesses in
their respective families, or the merits of a new cook-stove, while their
children with pleading eyes tug vainly at their mother's skirts, or stand
quietly surveying the crowd with widened eyes. The men stand by trying
not to appear too bored, and finally, mumbling some excuse, disappear
into the bowling alley. Once in a while the fixed smile on their faces
changes to a look of mingled horror and anger when they discover that
a young son has placed his hands, sticky and smelly from eating pepper-
mint candy, upon newly pressed trousers. Some of the men at this
juncture assert their authority and literally drag their wives away.

Past these groups, a young negro man in a loud-colored suit goes stag-
gering down the street, hands in his pockets, hat pushed off his forehead.
The gay tune he is half-whistling, half-singing, makes one slightly envious
of the happy-go-lucky attitude of his kind.

A tall young man, with a pretty girl by his side, pauses in crossing
the street as a car passes. He looks down at her and smiles. The pressure
of her hand upon his arm increases as she returns his smile, and for one
brief moment the two are in a world all their own. Then the honk of
an automobile horn causes them to start, laugh and cross the street.

The policeman at the corner, feet planted apart, hands locked behind
him, smiles to himself as if the incident reminds him of his younger days;
then absent mindedly twirling his stick, he turns to watch the crowded
streets.

Ruth Merryman, '36.

A Prayer

As she knelt by the little crib with its soft blue and white blanket
and little pillow hollowed to fit a small head, I heard her murmur —
"Oh God, if it be Thy will, teach me that she'll not want me now that
she has You and Heaven's eternity. Be lenient with her to-night her first
night there. I always left a little light burning in the hall, she was so
small. Each morning, I kissed her on the dimple in her left cheek and I
put a little water on the brush to make her hair curl easier. Just to-
morrow morning, when she wakes, Oh! God! I pray you'll do things for
her — my way."

Prunetta Kopp, '2 5.

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Who's Who in '37

Virginia Hagerty — In selecting Virginia to join its ranks Chi Alpha
Sigma made a wise choice. There are none who better meet its require-
ments of high scholarship, fine character, and activities which promote
the welfare of the college and which show qualities of leadership. Her
accomplishments: president of the general student council, member
of the May Court, and liked by everyone.

Maurice Schreiber — What would the Men's Revue have been without the
business genius of Maurice. Of course his success as business manager
of the T. L. speaks for itself. He has a genial smile for everyone, any-
time, anyplace — even if you happen to call him Tubby.

Isadore Sokolow — Tall, deep rich bass voice, honor society. Professor
Walther's right hand man and very popular among his schoolmates.
What more can a student accomplish while at college?

Nora Howeth — Look out! Here comes Nora. Full of fun, always up to
some deviltry and a wizard on the ping pong table. Not bad at tennis,
dancing, or attracting the opposite sex.

John Wheeler — A sound mind in a strong body spells success. No he's not
a Greek but he sure believes they had the right idea. Give John a piano
and a Men's Revue to prepare for and watch him go — viz. "Down on
the Farm."

John Klier — Quiet, and unassuming, but always deep in thought. Never
too busy to take time out and demonstrate any one of his newly
invented musical instruments. Keep at it, John, Edison started at
"scratch" too.

Sidney Tepper — Although Sid doesn't play football, he is one of the best
"punsters" in, the East. Height — 4'6". Weight — 142 (140 minus the
mustache) and able to match his weight in wildcats. Keep it up Sid —
you'll work your way up in the world.

Leonard Woolf — A pleasant personality and a cheerful smile is always
appreciated. Certainly Len will always be remembered by his class-
mates for this very admirable trait. Our golden voiced tenor has
been the mainstay of the Glee Club for three years and is going to go
places with his voice.

Abraham Berlin — Abe believes, the greater the man, the plainer he is.
And does he practice it! Good natured, sincere and straight-foreward
in everything he does. For four years he has been one of the most
members of the Glee Club.

Miss Neunsinger — Attention! The director of the "Junior Power House"
approaches. Miss N. told us all she had to do was set off the first
spark to the Junior powder keg — boy, did she do it! We salute our
director and thank her for her very inspiring leadership of these three
years.

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Miss Keys — The careful, conscientious adviser of the Seniors has tried
unerringly to kep her "tribe" out of difficulty. "The bachelors" would
express thanks for her guidance.

Elizabeth Cissel — We recommend her for the fine building up of coopera-
tion as President of the Resident Student Council — Libby is an athlete,
too, of no mean rank.

Eileen McHale — The Irish lass whose cheery giggles we'll not forget too
soon is Micky. Her merry pranks made "never a dull moment" for
the members of the group on the New York trip. Have fun!

Cecile Goldstein — Cecile will one day be another Frances Perkins if she
continues her interest in politics. Her stock of clever announcements
have been high spots on the assembly programs.

Geneva Lee Wilson — Here is a girl who has kept the circulation Depart-
ment of the Tower Light in the best working order we've ever had.
Since the tasks occur at the most inconvenient times we award you
a prize for patience and good spirit.

Melvyn Seeman — "Mif", another acknowledged honor student, had us
worried when he appeared in bandages and cane. Those who traded
a dance at the Prom with him read up on the C.LO. to no avail for
he fooled us by tripping the "light fantastic." Nice personality,
pleasing voice, and a real interest in opera.

Charles Haslup — The Junior Rachmaninoff, finds the creation of songs
an easy task. He makes them up on the train coming to college. At
taking over school offices he proves efficient, too.

Paulene Mueller — Will be ever remembered for her dancing talents, but
need we overlook her position as President of the A. A. with its
necessary athletic ability.

Ruth Hunter — Has been an aid and constant comfort to many of her
schoolmates as "Aunt Het" and "Ma Hunter". She has guided many
a wayward romance. The guidance comes from experience, as we
attest her great popularity.

Roger Williams — Has shown great steadfastness in working toward a
future. He is sympathetic to student needs, an important element
in a president of the General Student Council. Further noteworthy
for attractiveness (in Brown suits, especially) and a fine voice.

Betty Straining — The attractive, well liked Senior whose remarkable
athletic feats make her a wonder to all. In the dullest moment. Strain-
ing can pull a pun and make us forget boredom. Both students and
faculty members claim her as a friend.

Marion Cunningham — Has proved herself a most efficient Editor of the
Tower Light and a worthy member of the Chi Alpha Sigma. With
her keen sense of humor and that added touch of dramatic ability
we feel that the Class of '37 will be proud to have claimed her.

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Fatigue

The door opened and we saw a human puppet being propelled across tlie
room, the faltering feet lead, the body followed from necessity. The
shoulders sagged as under an unbearable weight and the neck and head
seemed to sink into the already overladen shoulders seeking there rest and
comfort from their own heaviness. The eyes were as a dying light with the
shade almost drawn. It was very apparent that the mind was dead and
neither knew nor cared what the other parts might do.

Wliile we sat, afraid to speak or move for fear of shattering the last
threads which held this living bulk together, the figure sank into a chair.
The legs sprawled, the arms dangled seemingly for miles, and the whole
frame hung loosely together. The head fell back, the eyes closed, and with
this final shutting out of the external world, the body again became whole,
the mind was once more in control even though in sleep — sleep which was
to conquer the great fatigue.

Larue Kemp, Sr,

To the Wind

How many times has one asked what you be,

Oh, great one who roves over all the earth!

How oft I felt for you as you touched me,

And laughed when you whispered me words of mirth!

From meadows sweet with flowers have I smelled you,
And heard the song of Lark you brought from far;
And yet each lovely note rung, oh, so true.
But now I no more wonder what you are!

I know the Spring has come. I know it e'en
Better as I chase you so far and near.
O'er hill and dale and earth and sea and heav'n;
I seem to see and follow your face clear.

Your face my quarry was, but now I view
Your work — spring — and all her retinue.

BOSLEY ROYSTON-.

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Early May Days at the State Teachers College
at Towson

FROM the founding of the State Teachers College until after it
occupied its present location, for fifty three years, there seems to have
been no celebration of May Day at the college with the pageantry
that now characterizes the day. There were occasions during the years
that the college was surrounded by city streets when the beloved principal
and other favorite instructors found baskets overflowing with bright
colored flowers on their desks or hanging on the doors of their classrooms
on the morning of May the first.

In nineteen hundred and nineteen the college held its first May Day
celebration on the campus. There was at that time no problem of
selecting the queen and her attendants. The president of the senior class
was queen of the May for several years, until a man student, elected
senior president, upset the usual custom. From that time on the present
method of electing the May Queen was adopted. In the early years of
this celebration, there were no especially selected attendants, for all of the
juniors who were not in the May pole dance followed the queen around the
athletic field to the throne. The throne was then on the South side of
the field, instead of the North, with a background of hemlocks instead of
the Japanese cherry tree. The queen sat on her throne alone and was
entertained by the May pole dance. Afterwards, however, the juniors
served refreshments to all of the students and faculty and there was
much chatting and merry making.

Though the proceeding on the past May the fifth was particularly
charming, it can lay no claim to being the most elaborate celebration.
May Day of nineteen hundred and twenty-five has that distinction.
Weeks before the May Day of 192 5 the college was busv with its prepar-
ations and prayful for good weather. It was no small undertaking to
make several hundred costumes and to train nearlv a thousand students in
their various roles. Though rainy weather did postpone the day, finally
the scenes on the campus carried one back to Elizabethan England. The
queen, her maids, and stately lords and ladies were entertained by Robin
Hood, his merry men and lovely Maid Marian. There was jousting to
thrill the heart of the charming queen. Titania, Obcron, the fairies and
Bottom tarried long enough to present a scene from "Midsummer Night's
Dream". Besides the May pole dancers, shepherds, and shepherdesses
danced on the green: Chimneysweeps with their soot-streaked faces,
"raggle taggle" gypsies, members of the guilds, dressed in the garb of
their various trades, were just a few of the medieval characters who
joined in the merriment of this gala day. Was the flower bedecked

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two-wheeled cart, with its load of laughing children, a new feature for
the May Day of a few weeks ago? Oh, no, it was not. On the elaborate
occasion of 192 5 children rode in this cart and hung over its vine covered
sides waving to the spectators. Even the college cow was led into that
vast assemblage. She contentedly chewed the vines hanging from her
horns while pretty milkmaids danced around. Though there has never
been another May Day like this one, it gave ideas for the tradition of the
old English Christmas dinner at Towson.

A few years after 1925, May day became a part of Play Day. The
afternoon program of Play Day included the crowning of the May
Queen and the May Pole dances

"How funny", you might say, meaning "strange", as you read of
these former customs, "that the Senior Class president was May Queen",
"that she had no attendants dressed in lovely pale-colored dresses
to make a beautiful processional", or "that there was so little entertainment
provided." Such remarks accompanied by smiles of pit3'ing condescension
are common when we hear a recital of customs which we have outgrown.
Eddington, the scientist, explains our attitude toward the past thus: "If
we see further than our predecessors, it is because we stand on their
shoulders and it is not surprising if they receive a few kicks as we scramble
up."

Anita S. Dowell.

May Day Speech of the President of the
Student Council

The beauty of nature at this season excites such joy in the human
heart, that there is no wonder May Day has been celebrated throughout
the ages. The Roman people, the Celtic population, and the English all
favor this occasion with song and dance.

The May Day celebration has been preserved in this country, by
communities and by institutions of learning. Since the founding of this
college it has been our custom to observe in the traditional manner the
return of spring.

It is therefore my privilege to crown as our queen, one who in her
youth and beauty symbolizes the spirit of the day.

Miss Larue Kemp, with this crown I bestow upon you the title of
Queen of the May, with all the rights and privileges thereunto appertain-
ing. May you rule your court with the wisdom and discretion propor-
tionate to its beauty and charm.

Roger "Williams, Jr. 8

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May Day

"As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grave of myrtle made
Beast did leap and birds did sing
Trees did grow and plants did spring
Everything did banish moan — "

HOW well this sentiment of Barnfield expresses the happy spirit
which pervaded our college on May fifth, for this was the time
of our annual May Day celebration.

Festivities began immediately after morning classes when photographs
of all the students were taken. Then, while the orchestra played a lively
march, the Juniors, led by Dr. Tall and Miss Neunsinger, took their
places in the auditorium. They were followed by Miss Keys and the
fifteen members of her Senior Class who looked particularly dignified and
distinguished in their caps and gowns. After the singing of class songs,
the impressive rite by which the retiring presidents give over their offices
to the newly elected presidents was held. Hopes and ideals soared high as
new student officers were introduced and installed. Miss Jones, president
of the Junior class, presented a gift to the school from the graduating
members. Since this class is about to divide — one group to teach, the
other to remain for further training, no definite gift could be made.
However, a sum of one hundred twenty-five dollars was set aside for
the Sefniors of the next year to increase and then present as a gift on behalf
of the class of 1938. With the stimulating words of faculty and student
speakers echoing in our minds, we marched out of the auditorium, antici-
pating a fruitful year for the Maryland State Teachers College.

As we walked down the steps of the administration building, Mr.
Walther was on hand with his motion picture camera to put us in the
movies. At last the grand occasion of luncheon served by the faculty was
at hand. The food, reminiscent of our class colors, disappeared with
alarming rapidity, testifying to its goodness.

In less than an hour after lunch, a great change had taken place.
No longer was the scene that of a modern campus, but rather that of a
village green in Merrie old England. Gay villagers in gaudy costumes
gamboled about while large crowds looked on. A wagon filled with flowers
and children and driven by a gypsy, led the grand procession. Patsy
followed, taking keen interest and delight in sniffing each flower that was
dropped. Then, tiny children skipped gaily by and strewed flowers on
the grass. But the climax was reached when the May Queen and her
attendants, vying with nature in beauty, took their places. In keeping

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with the coronation idea, the Queen knelt before the throne while a crown
was placed upon her head by the President of the Student Council. A
delightful program of folk dancing, tuneful music, and humor ensued,
endmg with the weaving of colorful streamers about the May Pole.

And thus concluded May Day, a day of sunshine and beauty for the
eyes and hearts of all.

Virginia Hagerty, Jr. 1.

Why Do We Have May Day?

One might answer — because it carries on tradition. The custom of
May Day began with the celebration of the Romans in honor of their
goddess Flora. Still later, the English on the day gathered garlands of
flowers and danced around the gayly bedecked May Pole set up in the
village green to observe the passing of winter. During the festivities,
the most beautiful maiden was crowned Queen of the May. Through
our May Day, we carry on some of the traditions of both the Romans and
the English.

Another might answer — because the pageant is so beautiful. Who but
the most callous is not thrilled by the May procession;— a parade of
youth m all its purity and beauty! Can't you picture it? The new green
grass, the throne banked in multi-colored flowers, the skipping flower
bearers, the smiHng attendants of the queen w^earing crisp, filmy dresses
caressed by the gentle spring breeze, and the May Queen herself face
aglow with the beauty of spring as she kneels at the foot of the throne
to be crowned!

We may dance and sing and show the worid that we are glad to be
ahve. We, as well as nature, are blossoming forth into new life and
vigor. Civilization too often makes us repress, if not destrov, our
spontaneous expression of the love for life and nature.

Don't let the ceremony of May Day be the extent of your Maying.
Remember the things for which May Day stands:— faith— faith in the
renewal of life, joy, and happiness.

Walter Ubersax.

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MAY POLE DANCERS
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Seniors to Freshmen

Being of sound (heh, hch) mind and in full possession of our (non)
senses, we the Seniors (O boy, do we feel good) do hereby and herewith,
forthehereinafter and forevermore, bequeath to the Freshman the follow-
ing:

a college — nice place to spend "4 long years."

a campus — very nice place to spend "4 long years" and uh-uh-hrumph

evenings,
a glen — the death knell hath sounded here for many a roasted canine,

and marshmallows, and — oh, other things.
Richmond Hall Parlor — they do say 'twas a time when 'twas said

"six lights at all times in the evening please."
a pool room — "Who's gonna fix the cues?"
a ping-pong table — slightly used by one of ours — with the help of

one of yours,
a Glee Club — now, stu-u-u-dents!
an orchestra — such lovely chords in tuning up.
a faculty — very effectual.

Mr. Walther — 'pun my soul, we reserve part interest,
sundry tennis courts — lend us a racket, will ya?
Girl's Demonstration night — you, too, can lose your voices.
Men's Revue — drama, music, art, peanuts, popcorn, n'everything.
one Towson Nursery — the azaleas are very beautiful.
Old English ChristmasDinner — (plus several doses of bicarb for ye

who over indulge) .
May Day — who's going to be the queen? — now girls don't be that way.
Play Day — Here we go looby loo!
units and term papers — the pleasure is all yours,
assemblies — "Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, and having

just finished a hearty meal, I wish to say — " gr-r-r.
various fruit trees on the campus — oh them pear, oh them apple, oh

them cherry, oh my stomach.

dances — Miss may I present Miss , I'm so-o-oh glad to know you.

Tower Light — the Tower Light has no respect for the spoken word —

write, write, write, WRITE!
No. 8 Towson car — kindly (?) move forward in the car please!
lateness excuses — engine trouble, street car, held up.
Saturday afternoons at Pratt — yes, I came down to do some work, too.
Commencement — finally rid of the Seniors.

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Witnessed, as to wit the Tower Clock, our hands and seals (not
feet), on this day, the first of June, 1937 for hence and forevermore, hold
your peace.

R. I. P.

Moods

Darkness

All around me,

Can there be no sunshine?

A little gleam would be a joy

Just one.

Twilight

Settles o'er us

As day draws to a close.

And a quiet shadow descends

O'er all.

Listen —

Quick steps approach.

They hasten toward us.

Why do they come so swiftly here?

Tell me.

Irene Shank.

I Know

I know

That the bright sun,

And the golden moonbeams,

And the stars reveal the great glory

Of God.

M. Holland, Sr.

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Auf Wiedersehen

Slowly the sun sank behind the Tower. Hesitatingly, as though
loath to go, it touched the topmost pinnacle and receded caressingly. The
showers visibly lengthened and threw into relief the guarding gargoyles.
It was symbol close at hand for the graduates of 1937, that all too small
group, to whose tread these halls will no longer reverberate. Day at
the college is over, night beckons swiftly to the stars.

Those of us who leave not to return, this time, find strange solace
in lingering, as the sun, these days keeping tryst with old memories. With
a strange morbidity we preface the casual remark with "Do you remem-
ber" and would recall lost moments of pleasure. At this time of departing
we would weld old bonds more firmly, dreading the loosening of these ties
suddenly deemed so dear.

There should not be such an air of finahty in our minds for those
of us who have watched the onset of night have no fear that day will
fail to come again. Does one view the constant beauty of the stars as
the unending token of banished daylight? Night is rather the interim,
the brief, healing break from one day to another. A new morn awaits
the dawn!

Marion Cunningham.

To A Tiger Lily

She sways more stately in her slender grace
Than some proud beauty conscious of her pow'r
To charm and to enchant for one brief hour;
But oh, too soon to fade and leave the place
Of her abiding but a barren space:
The cool, sweet corner where her height did tow'r
O'er all the simpler, humbler grass and flow'r
That bows in homage to her lovely face.

It seems she caught some brilliance from the sun;
Some velvet smoothness from the summer night,
Refreshing perfume from the fragrant sod.
She lifts her head as soon as day's begun.
Distracts a butterfly on his first flight.
And offers up her radiant praise to God.

M. McBride, Sr.

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THE STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE
at Towson, Maryland

Gommencement Activities, June 10th to 15th, 1937

PROGRAM

Thursday, June 10

Visiting High School teams arrive (our guests at Newell Hall)
6:00 P. M. — Dinner in Newell Hall
7:00 P. M. — Senior Class Step Singing
Friday, Jiuie 1 1

9:00 A. M. — State Volley Ball Meet (Stadium Athletic Field)
6:00 P. M. — Supper on Campus
Saturday, June 12 — Alumni Day

2:30- 4:00 P. M. — Class Reunions
4:00- 5:00 P.M. — Business Meeting

6:00- 8:3 P. M. — Dinner, Testimonial to Miss Scarborough
9:00-12:00 P. M. — Reception and Dancing
Sunday, June 13

4:00 P. M. — Baccalaureate Service, Auditorium of the College

Sermon by Dr. Fred G. Holloway, President of Western
Maryland College, "Westminster, Maryland
Monday, June 14 — Class Day

6:00 P. M. — Campus Supper and Class Night
Tuesday, June 15 — Commencement Day

10:30 A. M. — The Procession of Guests, Faculty and Students will form
11:00 A.M. — Commencement — Campus (weather permitting)

Speaker: Dr. Frank W. Wright, Youth Survey Com-
mission
Topic: "A Changing School in a Changing World"

The Treasure

I put you away as an outmoded tune

And some day when I take you down,

Dusty and old.

To hear your notes ring out,

I shall remember and think you sound well;

But I shall put you back and forget.

Perhaps, forever.

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The Library — At Your Service
The Library

The Library ("At Your Service") has had a busy year. In the early
days of May the records showed that approximately 110,000 books — not
to mention 11,600 magazines, pictures, and pamphlets — had been cir-
culated since last September. A library of 3 8,000 volumes might be-
come vain about its popularity as well as about the size of its collection
when attention is called to the fact that more than 240 books were
borrowed by each "average" member of is elegible public during the first
eight months of the college year. And these figures reveal nothing of
the number of books, general and reference, used by that public in the
library reading rooms!

Of the 690 books added to the Library from September to the first
of May, 30 are outstandingly fine ones making up a collection on general
subjects which was the gift of the Class of 1936. As reviews in the
TOWER LIGHT have demonstrated, the library of the College provides
many books suitable for leisure reading as well as 150 current periodicals
and professional books suitable for the curriculum of a teachers college.
In addition to those in professional and scientific fields, many important
books in drama, poetry, biography, and fiction are included in the
Library's comprehensive collection. Indeed, during this year readers have
found that the Library offers a "dukedom large" for those who "get the
right good from a book ... its beauty and salt of truth" — whether or

not it is required reading.

The Illustrated London News

On May 12, "Hollywood and Broadway took a back seat" while
London produced the greatest pageant the world had seen since 1911. To
those viewing the coronation from afar, it may seem no more than a
beautiful medieval display; to the English it is a reverent ceremony
fraught with great feeling and meaning. An appreciation of the full
significance of this event gives a fairly accurate insight into the heart,
emotions, and history of the English people. This understanding is
essential to the person who would teach about England.

Such a comprehension is aided by the coronation number of "The
Illustrated London News". The News gives a detailed, accurate descrip-
tion of the entire program. More than this, it explains the historical
legends behind each part of the ceremony. Besides, the human side of the

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service is related, revealing why it is so deeply rooted in the affections
of the people.

The large colored pictures are invaluable. It is impossible to imagine
the brilliance and grandeur of the pageant without the aid of these
photographs and paintings. All the regalia and robes are illustrated in
beautiful colors, and official sketches have been made of the main parts
of the rites.

The whole magazine is worthy of the event which it covers. If you
could not attend the coronation, read the "London News."

M. McBride, Sr.

New Books For Our Young Readers

THE children of the elementary school are delighted with seventy-one
new books which have been added to their library. These books
cover a wide range of interests in reading: namely, fiction, music,
transportation, folklore, science, useful arts, poetry, biography, travel and
history.

It is rather difficult at this time to tell which books are the favorites.
It is, however, interesting to note that although these books have been in
the library for only five weeks some have already been charged out five
times for a period of a week.

Some of the books included in this list are:

Scacheri, Mario and Mabel — "Indians Today" — New York, Harcourt,
Brace & Co. 1936.

Tommy, in the sixth grade, says, "This book is about the life of the
Indians of today. My advice is to read the preface before you read the
book so that you understand the story better." This book contains an
unusual number of fine photographs showing the life of the Indians of the
Southwest.

Stong, Phil — "Honk the Moose" — New York, Dodd, Mead — 1936.

Although this book is primarily written for young readers many
of the sixth grade children enjoyed reading about Honk the mischievous
moose who is continually getting into "scrapes".

Flack, Marjorie — "Humphrey" — Garden City, N. Y. — Doubleday
Doran — 1934.

Another book by the author who helped to make the Scottie popular
among children with her Angus books. This time, however, the main
character is a little box turtle hatched beside a pond in a New England
woodland. He travels far but returns to his woodland home again and
again. Always he finds changes, first the railroad, then telegraph poles,

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the highway and last but most appalling to Humphrey, busses and
motor cars zooming over his head.

Floherty, John J. — "Guardsmen of the Coast" — Garden City, N. Y.
Doubleday Doran, 1935.

Bill, an eleven year old boy recommends this book for boys and girls
because it is "packed full of action". It tells how the coast guardsmen
are trained for the hazardous work they are called on to do. There are
so many fine photographs in this book that it might be called a picture
book too.

Edited bv Kunitz, Stanley J. and Haycraft, Howard — "The Junior
Book of Authors", New York— H. W. Wilson— 193 5.

So often children ask, "Why did the author write this story?" or
"Is it true?" Here is a collection of biographical and autobiographical
sketches of writers and illustrators for younger readers to help answer
these questions. This book is written simply enough for the children in
the intermediate grades.

Of course, the reviews above are only a glimpse of the many new-
adventures and experiences that lie before the young readers of the
elementary school.

Hilda Kestner.

GiBBS, A. Hamiltox, The Need We Have, Boston, Little Brown and Co.,

1936, 306 pp., S2.50.

In "The Need We Have" Mr. Gibbs takes us across the ocean to
Athmel, a quaint old village in Ireland. Here he sets the scene for a
story of real life, charged with forcefulness and human feeling.

Movia O'Hara has married into a life of set routine prescribed by old
Mrs. O'Hara who still looks upon her son, Jim, as "her past and the
height of her womanhood." In such a situation Movia, as the unwanted
daughter-in-law, finds only unhappiness. Day after day she helplessly
watches the breach between herself and her husband widen, until it
reaches a definite gulf of silence and restraint. Gone is the carefree
youth who had wooed her and with whom she had planned her future
life. Gone, too, are her own hopes for a joyous existence, — all wiped
out by a jealous old woman.

The crucial moment occurs when Moiva, unjustly accused of an
affair with Tim Sheahan, a local garageman, seeks to break down the
barriers between Jim and herself and is, in turn, coldly rebuked. To con-
tinue life as before with all pretense now removed is impossible for
Moiva. Accompanied by Dinny, Jim's younger brother, she sets out in
Tim's automobile. With no definite destination in mind she aimlessly
travels until at Tighmarogue she is befriended by an old doctor, a recluse,

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who has also run away from the world. Recognizing in the girl the same
symptoms of hopelessness that once caused him to seek a life apart from
others, the doctor offers Moiva and Dinny a home with him. Moiva,
serving in her capacity as housekeeper, finds relief from her thoughts and
Dinny, as a druggist's helper realizes a new aim in life. A fresh start
is thus made by the two, and the doctor, at peace once more, enjoys a
restful existence with his devoted protegees.

Unexpected action takes place in the form of Tim Sheahan who
succeeds in following Moiva and Dinny to Tighmarogue. Here he
informs Moiva of her husband's desertion and offers her a start with him
across the sea — in America. He receives Moiva's blunt refusal in a
frenzy and rushes madly back to Athmel. In Athmel he meets Jim
and the two men give vent to their feelings in a battle, the result of which
sends them both off to seek Moiva.

In Tighmarogue husband and wife are reunited and through the
doctor's assistance embark on a new and different life — one of realization
such as they had planned for themselves.

Tim Sheahan carries out his plan of going to America, and Mother
O'Hara is reconciled to her loss by the birth of a grandson.

The story leaves one well satisfied with the outcome and with a deep
understanding of the need we have — the need to find through love or
suffering, some happiness on earth.

C. Naomi Warmbold, Jr. 3.

Solution
(with apologies to Christopher Billopp)

She tells you she can't decide what to do about Johnny and Mary's
room, so would you please help her. So you cast aside all thoughts of a
peaceful hour and follow her upstairs;

arriving at Johnny's room, she points out the many articles of furni-
ture and tells you that there is too much in the room and some of it will
have to be taken out;

with many back-rending shoves you move the bed to the other side
and the table in front, and then shove the chair and lamp to the other
wall;

and seeing that this does not satisfy, you again move the bed and the
chairs and the table and the bureau;

but a sudden shout of exhilaration tells you that she is possessed with

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The Great Brotherhood of the
If" Society

There seems to be a new society in this college and not a few members
in the outside world. The password of membership is simply prefacing
each sentence with "If only I were" and supplementing each sentence
with some good rationalization. For example here is what our local
representatives say:

Freshman: — "If only I were a Senior —
think of graduating this year!"

Sophomore: — "If only I were a Junior —
they never seem to work!"

f Junior: — "If only I were a Sophomore —

V I'd do my work and not be so far

V k behind as now."

)

Senior: — "If only I were a Freshman —
I'd like to start all over again."

P.S. That's a crocodile weeping.

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Teachers College Record

Assemblies

April 19 — Reverend Abernethy

Reverend Abernethy, minister of a large Baptist Church in Washing-
ton, D. C, opened Peace Week at the College with a very stirring talk
on the futility of war. "War", he stated, "is due to the letting loose of
the baser passions." It is wrong for it is against the teachings of Christ.
Its terrific cost and absolute futility also make it wrong. The prevention
of war lies, not in increasing armaments nor in signing meaningless pacts,
but in the active sentiments of the public. "Misunderstanding," Reverend
Abernethy said, "is the root of war." It is now up to the youth of
each nation to prevent conflict by seeking to understand the viewpoints
of other nations. "Only by thought and consideration for others can
we hope to make the world free from war," Reverend Abernethy stated in
closing his talk.

April 26 — Miss Scott

According to Miss Scott, a native of Texas, Texans boast about their
state and are perfectly justfied in doing this. "Did you know", she said,
"that Texas is the largest state in the Union, ranking fifth in population;
that recently it took first place from New York in exporting products
that originate in the state; that it has a fine educational system made up
of public schools, state colleges, and universities; that it really has beauti-
ful pine forests; that it produces more than 90% of the sulphur of the
United States; and is richly endowed with petroleum and natural gas;
that it leads all other states in the production of oil; that it is now
faced with the great problem of conserving the natural resources of oil
and gas that have been its source of wealth for many years."

May 3

On May 3rd, Miss Betty Straining and Miss Ruth Hunter collaborated
to give us the origin and various ways of celebrating May Day. It
seems, according to Miss Straining, that May Day comes down to us from
the Roman festival to the goddess of Flowers, Flora. This ancient cele-
bration lasted from the twenty-eighth of April to the third of May. In
time, this custom was carried over to England with some slight additions.
The English added the following tradition: if any young lady would
arise early May Day morning and wash her face with dew, she would
have a much improved complexion. (For the sake of the girls at M.S.T.C.,
I might add that this theory was disproved quite a number of years ago.)
When this custom of May Day was introduced into the colonies, it was
frowned upon by the Puritans.

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Miss Hunter proceeded to give us the program for May Day which
is followed by other colleges of Maryland, including Bryn Mawr, Goucher,
Western Maryland, and the University of Maryland. It is interesting to
note that the Queen of the May is usually chosen by popular vote of the
entire student body, and each class (Freshman and Sophomore included)
is represented in the May Court. Not so at M.S.T.C.
May 4

The Open Forum was called to order on May 4th, 1937 at 11:50
A. M. with Chairman Charles Leef presiding. When the census was taken,
it was observed that there were twenty people present (Four faculty
members). This appalling situation shows one of two things: (a) the
body en masse has no interest in social problems; e.g. low I.Q., or, (b)
the forums are bad. Fiowever, to get on with the program, Mr. Leef
asked Mr. Novey to preside over the meeting, w^hich was to discuss the
question, "Do colonies solve a country's economic problems?" The
discussion was carried on by only a few. Mr. Leef remarked, "Only the
industrialists, not the people, derive any benefit from the colonies." Could
it have been possible that Mr. Leef meant to infer that industrialists, e.g.
Captains of Industry, are not people? The trend of the discussion was
made evident and w^ell-brought-out b\^ Miss Van Bibber when she dis-
missed the assembly with, "Disband, ye rebels!"

May 6

We were privileged to hear on May 6th the Reverend E. Pierce Hayes.
Rev. Hayes has lived with his family in China for the past sixteen years
as a missionary of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He is here on a
year's furlough, planning to return to China in August to continue
his w^ork. The immense size of China and its great population (450,-
000,000) w^ere impressed upon us by many unique illustrations. Rev. Hayes
spoke of China as a "sleeping giant, which when thoroughly awakened,
would rock the world." "China is at a crossroad," added the speaker,
"one road leads to Christianity; the other, to communism. China must
decide. The two definitely will not mix!"

Rev. Hayes was one of the most interesting speakers of the year, thus
far. We, the students, salute Dr. Dowcll for bringing Rev. Hayes to us.

Monday, May 10 — Dr. Fagin

Satirical humor that went straight to the point, combined with a real
interest in Little Theatres, made our students take an interest in this
movement w^hich Dr. Fagin so heartily endorses. He helped us realize the
fact that not only have Little Theatres contributed some of Broadway's
finest actors, such as Alfred Lunt and Katherine Cornell, but that they
perform definite functions in social life today. Because of their wise
choice of labor, using their own members, the Little Theatre can bring
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while entertainment. Little Theatres have been of definite social value
in keeping good plays, both modern and classic, alive. They have definite
theatres and equipment, collaborate with persons having an academic
point of view, and ones who have the ability to select and present plays
they love. So Dr. Fagin urged us not to sneer at these amateurs, but to
benefit both ourselves and society by supporting these projects.

Friday, May 14

Dr. Phelps, the President of Winthrop College in South Carolina,
spoke to us on teacher education. He feels that teacher education is at
the turning point of its history, since training formerly emphasized actual
methods of teaching as ways of presenting knowledge, rather than the
present aim to develop the teacher both methodically and personally. Our
speaker further presented ideas saying that he believed one of the important
aids in preserving representative democracy was the teaching of social
studies. He advocated broad, general, cultural education for teachers today
as more ideal since we study children and their actions scientifically, and
more intensely emphasize idealism.

Ruth Bruening, Fr. 2.

NoRRis Weis, Fr. 4.

Sarah Strumsky, Jr., 8.

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Faculty ''Futures"

Dr. Abercrombie and Dr. John will leave the middle of June for a stay
in Europe of several months. A large portion of their time abroad will be
spent in Paris, where the International Medical Exposition will be in session.

Miss Bader will join her sister in Ann Arbor, Michigan and later go to
a cottage on Lake Michigan.

Murray Bay, Canada, a beauty spot near the Laurentian Mountains and
on the St. Lawrence Eaver, will be the playground of Miss Barclay and Miss
Cook for two months. Golf, swimming, tennis and motoring will consti-
tute a large part of their play activities.

Miss Scott will teach at the University of Maine. Sounds cool.

Miss Birdsong says she is going to spend the warm months under her big
oak trees in her "out-door" living room.

Sunflowers were growing lustily in Kansas last November and Miss
Prickett is going back to see if they grow there now.

Miss Weyf orth will occupy her summer vacation keeping an eagle eye on
the builders of her new home in Pinehurst. Nothing will be wrong with

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the job when she moves into her pretty stone cottage on Thicket Road.
Isn't that a fascinating name?

Miss Bersch is looking forward to a trip to Mexico.

Miss Munn seldom divulges her summer plans, but we suspect she will be
motoring north during the dog days.

That cottage in Maine and the one on Lake Erie will be home and
recreation centers to Miss Woodward and Miss Blood. Miss Woodward's
cottage is in Wiscasset.

Dr. Crabtree will give up her trip to Japan to become a bookworm. It
is said that she will stay at home and rewrite her readers.

Hopkins students in great numbers will sit at the feet of Mr. Walther
and Mrs. Brouwer at the summer session of the University.

Mrs. Stapleton will not "do anything big." She plans trips to "The
Farm" and her cottage on Bush River. Bathing, boating, fishing, reading,
and resting will make for her an enjoyable summer.

Mr. Minnegan and Miss Daniels always go to camp somewhere in the
New England States.

Rumor has it that Miss Steele will join her sister. Miss Roxana Steele,
of the State Teachers College, Kalamazoo, Michigan, somewhere, some-
time, somehow for their usual happy time together.

Miss Tansil always starts the summer months taking up the loose ends
and preparing for the Fall opening. Only after that does she take her
well earned rest, probably in Tennessee.

Dr. Tall never can leave until she has studied the sins of omission and
commission of all of us. Then she settles back in a steamer chair, resting
happily until she reaches that oft visited European city where she forgets
that she is a President of a college.

Miss Roach says she hasn't planned anything, but we know wherever
she is, there will be fun and excitement.

The Idle Reporter.

Ho-Hum

So it's come to this — and even the would-be wittv writers of this
futile column find that their terms have expired and that no longer a
"nose for news" will be needed. Touched by the close surrender of office
we would serve you a brief repast of campus gossip.

For our dear departing bachelors have we made a list of names twisting
the initials to ingenious uses (sometimes badly distorted.)

1. Amorous Boy.

2. Everybody's Enlightening Beam

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3. Be more Careful.

4. Always Hustling.

5. Most Henny thing.

6. Really Helpful.

7. Much after June.

8. Lot'so Knowledge.

9. Better Notsayit. (Syllabify, please)

10. Going Before Reasoning.

1 1 . Best Snooper.

12. Inviting Society.

13. Heavy Wind.

14. Marry Woozy.

15. Most Meek.

And the Juniors: a "Can you guess" column.

1. Who is Billy May Pres?

2. Who plays the drums in the orchestra?

3. Who is Horace?

4. Where we went after the Junior Dance?

5: What time the Junior Four boys got home after "the Dance"?

6. What was the "old" "new" couple at the Junior Dance Perhaps
our May King could tell you.

7. Who is the best punster?

8. Why Baltimore City has such an array of beauties?

9. Who serves a silent volley ball? The month is "June", too.

10. Why Virginia likes to play volley ball on her knees?

11. Whose father is principal of Jarettsville High School?

12. That five Juniors helped the P.A.L. at their track meet?

13. Why Hyman Cohen didn't come to more dances. He can cer-
tainly "swing it."

14. How Mr. Schreiber learned two new steps?

15. How Mr. Seeman got over his limp. Do you use "Sloans"?

16. Who will have two Nathans in one family?

17. Who has prize units in Jr. 5?

18. What Jr. 4 gentlemen has gone Spanish on us?

19. Who Bob hkes?

20. Whose other half is known as "Russell".

21. Who runs to the window to watch fire engines? Initials are J. O.

22. Who got in at 3:45 A.M. after taking care of children? Did you
enjoy it?

23. Who will be chief marshal next year?

24. Who tripped a mean "sugar foot' at the Junior Dance?
2 5. Who is the new president of the Day Student Council?
26. Who will be a Tower Light Editor? (We don't either.)

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27. What two Jr. lasses take turns pushing each other around in the
foyer?

28. Who is the shortest man in the school?

29. What caused Dorothy Strohecker to fall down the steps?

30. Why Doris Burtnett took a prize for arranging things?

31. Why we'll miss the city Juniors?

"mxM"

Alumni Notes

The role call of Jimmy Dugan's class (to be remembered by Seniors)
may include Jo Perugino and Mildred Coppage present at the County
Chorus, lending their voices to Shortin' bread, Nightfall (Liebestraum)
and other selections. Dorothy Hendrix sports a new Plymouth to carry
her from Edmondston hither and yon. Sophie Emerick who teaches
second grade at Hyattsville may be seen about town. A remnant of the
'34 May Day Court is as lovely as ever — Polly Gwynn Benbow at the
"professional meetings" and Gretha White at chorus rehearsals. (Gene,
Polly's husband is in the county, too.)

May Day of their first year for the Junior conjures a picture of their
dark-haired Queen, Betty Goodhand. She and Claire Piehler execute Ace
of Diamonds at music meeting in such a way as would warm Miss
Daniel's heart. (Transfer of training!) Rosalie Jacobsen has been in
evidence when she could "break away" from her sixth grade. As efficient
as ever, Margaret Anne Taylor is present at meetings every once in a
while, and Eleanor Bounds, who teaches at Laurel, attends our gatherings
of note. "Chick" Parker and Bernie, were at Hyattsville to hear the
discussion of the World of Music Series at the last meeting.

The "latest out" have merry times at the meeting of this and that.
Alice Dove looked very chic when we met her "downtown" the other
weekend. Louise Jones has had a "tough break" this year, losing time and
appendix but she returned to her post of duty in April. Charlotte lives
with Gretha.

You may know, too, that unlimited telephone exchanges have taken
on a new utility value; your correspondents even learn fourth grade
dances over the wires, "step, brush, brush, hop."

So it is that the meetings of Prince George's teachers take on a highly
social aspect for M. S. T. C. alumni.

Your correspondents,

"Dee and Elle" '36.

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Daily Duds

MONDAY—

It's coming, Diary dear, and I can hardly realize it. The end is coming,
the end of another year's work for college students, the end of another
year's pleasure. College students have such a variety of things to dress
for that it has been interesting work. Their clothes are sensible, simple,
sophisticated, sweet, and with some of the do-dads even silly by turns,
but they suit their moods as well as the occasions.
TUESDAY—

Pictures were taken for the last issue of the Tower Light today. The
Seniors in the dorm dashed from room to room pinning on white collars
and giving advice on hair arrangement. The widow's-peak effect of the
cap is really becoming to most of them. The Juniors had their pictures
taken, too. I noticed how the hair of some of the girls shone in the
sunlight. I'm sure the camera picked up the highlights on the smooth
waves of these heads. A picture shows those straggling, fuzzy ends so
clearly that the girls and even the fellows took special pains to look
well. If the "candid camera man" snapped pictures of the backs of many
heads during classes he'd have a collection of unkempt heads, I fear.
Don't blame your permanent girls — a permanent helps only those who
help themselves.
WEDNESDAY—

The Junior-Senior luncheon on May Day was excellent and most
attractively arranged. The colors of the dresses in the May procession
added to the beauty of the program. Miss Healy, with such black hair,
in a yellow marquisette dress and her partner Miss Simpson, with such
blond hair, in a dress of the same pattern in hyacinth blue made a striking
couple. The green in Miss Hagerty's dress helped to bring out the
slightly red shades of her hair. The olive skin of Miss Waters was a nice
contrast to the peach of her dress. I overheard it said "Kay Parsley
looks good enough to eat" and truly she did in a pink dress just matching
her cheeks. I could continue endlessly describing such beauty as shown in
the whole court but I must be about my other work.
THURSDAY—

Preparation for the Prom. Shampoos, waves, sewing, trying on,
matching — the Juniors and Seniors are actually becoming excited about
the "big night".
FRIDAY—

Soft lights and sweet music! The receiving line doesn't even recognize
some of its students in such an array of evening clothes. Perhaps we
should give the boys a break and mention them first. Didn't they look
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as their flowers arrived! They were extremely considerate in matching
the flowers to their "date's" dress. The girls looked lovelv — perhaps
that's why there weren't the usual decorations, they knew the decorations
wouldn't be needed. Did you see "Mickey" in that lovely yellow chiffon
redingote dress and the blue color of "Fleck's? The pastel colors were
prettier than usual because of the new materials. I can't mention these
here; there were too many and I couldn't do justice to all of them. No
wonder Helene "White makes so many trips to the Naval Academy if
she wears the aquamarine dress there that she wore at the Prom. Alma
Taylor looked like an old-fashioned doll in her white dress with tiny
roses in it. The girls in Junior 7 seemed to go sophisticated on us and
offered a pleasing contrast to the pastels as did Libby Blumenthal in a
black and white pique and Marge Kaiser in a dark blue dress piped in
white. I'm too sleepy now to write more so I'll leave it to you to recall
the others. This night is a grand thing to remember the year by, isn't
it?

Goodbye, I hope I have some exciting new styles for you in the fall
when I return from Paris

Madame Roberta
''Note: Please don't criticize Madame Roberta for her work too severely
and let her graduate and go to Paris in peace.

Ruth Hunter.

Chi Alpha Sigma Luncheon

The Chi Alpha Sigma luncheon was held at Dr. Tail's home, "Glen
Esk" on Saturday, June fifth. New members were initiated into the
Fraternity after which we adjourned to enjoy a delicious box luncheon.
A short business meeting followed, and at the conclusion of this meeting
two of our members now in the teaching field gave an interesting account
of their particular work.

Miss M. Louise Schirmer of the class of '34 was married to Mr.
William N. Hurtt, Jr., on March 25.

Miss Hilda R. Walker, '36 was married to Mr. James King on April

17.

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An Interview with the Orchestra

Interviewer: "Miss Prickett, I wonder if it would be possible to get some
statements from different members of your orchestra for the Jvme
issue of the Tower Light. I'll wait till some members arrive for
rehearsal. Meanwhile I'd like to ask you some questions. This has
been an unusually active year for the orchestra, hasn't it?"

Miss Prickett: "Yes, it has. The orchestra has participated in several
events that have never been held here before, such as the In-and-About
Club, Quota Club, and the Professional Business Women's Club. Then,
we also gave a musical assembly, which was a new event for most
of the members of the orchestra."

Interviewer: "The way you say that doesn't give us an idea of the amount
of work that I am sure these programs needed. It certainly is evident
that the orchestra undertook an ambitious program."

Miss Prickett. "Well, our performances have necessitated our learning
more new pieces than we usually do. But as I have said before, we
are very fortunate in having a wider instrumentation than we have
ever had before: two clarinets, two 'cellos, an excellent violinist with
many good assistants, an organ, an E-flat saxaphone, trumpet, and
tympani. All these have helped in arranging more varied programs.''

Interviewer: "May I consider that as an appeal to bring in Freshman
musicians?"

Miss Prickett: "If it will do any good, you certainly may."

Interviewer: "This year is nearly through, but I know that one of the
most important things yet to come is — "

Miss Prickett: "Commencement, and with it, the Baccalaureate service.
These two occasions are really the cap and gown of the year's perform-
ances. When they are successfully passed we may consider the year's,
work finished."

Interviewer: "That's fine. Miss Prickett. Oh — here comes Mr. Goldstein.
I wonder if he can give us a few words about the orchestra. How
about it, Mr. Goldstein?"

Mr. Goldstein: "I know Miss Prickett has said about all that has to be
said. I'd just like to get a bit enthusiastic about the orchestra. It
certainly has been a pleasure to work together, and it has made all
of us feel proud when we've heard some of the nice things that have
been said about us. I guess everyone in the orchestra hopes that next
year's "bunch" will be as easy to work with as this year's has been.
Are these few enough words?"

Interviewer: "Plenty few, thank you I certainly want to thank Miss
Prickett and you for your trouble. By the way, will you tell me what
you are going to play at Commencement?"

Mr. Goldstein: "For that my friend, you'll have to wait until the orchestra
commences."

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Glee Club Review

Let's turn back the leaves of the calendar and recall our work and fun
together.
September:

1. Glee Club and Orchestra picnic.

2. Plans and work for Freshmen Mothers' Week-End.
October:

First outside engagement of the year — Songs for the State Teachers

Association by the "Jeanie" group.
November:

Freshmen Mothers' Week-End with "Lauterbach" and "Three for

Jack" by the Freshmen, as well as solos and quartets.
December:

1. Participation in the College Christmas exercises.

2. Concert for the teachers of Anne Arundel County, Glen Burnie,
Maryland . . . Entire Glee Club.

3. Concert at the William S. Baer School . . . Entire Glee Club.
Program :

"Lost in the Night" — Finnish Folk Song arranged by Christiansen
"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" — Bach

"Shepherds Shake Off Your Drowsy Sleep" — Old French Carol
"Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming" — Praetorius
"The March of the Kings" — Old French Carol
"Gloria in Excelsis Deo" — Old French Carol
January:

Regular Monday rehearsals.
February:

Meeting of the "National Capital In and About Music Club" at State
Teachers College . . . Songs by the Entire Glee Club.
March:

1. Concert for the students in the assembly.

2. Commencement music started.
April:

1. Songs for the Maryland Federation of Women's Clubs ... by
"Jeanie" group and "Loo-loo" group.

2. Work on May Day Music.
May:

1. May Day with:

"Calm as the Night" — Mr. Williams and Mr. Woolf.
"Kerry Dance" — Entire school.

2. Concert at Cockeysville . . . Entire Glee Club,

3. Songs for the "Quota Club".

4. Broadcast from W.B.A.L.

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Program:

"Lost in the Night" — Finnish Folk Song arranged by Christiansen
"The Lord's Prayer" — Marlotte Deis
"The Heavens are Telling" — from "Creation" — Haydn
"It Cannot Be a Strange Countree" — Repper
"Oh Sweet Content" —

arranged from "Romance-Sans-Paroles" of RebikoflF
"Czecho-Slovakian Folk Song"
"It's Me, O Lord" — Negro Spiritual.
"Alma Mater"
And now to glimpse the future! !
June:

1. Baccalaureate service:
Contributions of the Glee Club:

"Lost in the Night" — Christiansen

"It's Me, O Lord" — Spiritual

"Ye Watchers and Ye Holy Ones" —

17th century German melody

2. Commencement:

"The Heavens are Telling" — from the "Creation" — Haydn
"The Lord's Prayer" — Malotte Deis
"It Cannot be a Strange Countree" — Repper
"Wake Thee Now, Dearest" —

Czecho-Slovakian Folk Song arranged by Deems Taylor
And so another year has passed. Our membership is still one hundred
fifteen, there having been very few withdrawals from the ranks during
the year. Since eighty-one of us will be Juniors, Sophomores, and Seniors
next year, we should be able to carry on the Glee Club work vigorously
next fall.

Doris Burtnett.

Curtain

In the early days of October when the trees in the glen were preparing
for winter, a group of upperclassmen and Freshmen at the shelter were
getting acquainted over steaming tin teacups. These students, meeting
on Monday afternoons, comprised for the most part the Mummers'
League, under the guidance of Mrs. Stapleton.

The first evidence given the public that the Mummers were again
functioning was at the Freshmen Mothers' Weekend. Here, in spite of
hurried preparation and lack of staging. Freshmen Mummers creditably
presented Wilde's The Noble Lord.

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The club's next venture, producing Gas, Air and Earl, culminated on
the afternon of December 8, 1936. The audience not only had the
pleasure of the play itself, but refreshments and opportunity for dancing
as well.

In contrast to the comedies previously presented, the Mummers chose
for their contribution to assembly programs the last act of Wiiiterset.
The performance, a difficult undertaking, received favorable comment.

Although an organization is usually recognized only by what it does
publicly, the Mummers' League has accomplished more than is apparent
to the non-member. At meetings members presented reports on current
plays, notable playwrights, and dramatic techniquies. They participated
in studio productions of recent plays given in the "Little Theater"
(Room 24).

The wish of the Mummers at the close of this year of happy associa-
tions is that the next year will be a little more full of successful achieve-
ment.

Evelyn A. Fiedler.

May 1, 1937.
Dear Betty:

You certainly missed a grand time last night. The Sophomore dance
was marvelous! I just had to write immediately to tell you about it.

The theme for the decorations must have been Spring because the
auditorium was changed into a spring garden. There were huge flowers
cropping up everywhere behind a da^rling little fence.

The orchestra sat on the stage bordered by a white picket fence and
big yellow daffodils. You know they had Rudy Killian and His Kadets —
don't you just love the way they play?

Please don't ask me to tell you who was there, I'd be writing forever!
However, I memorized who came with who and what they had on, so
that I could tell you.

I'll see you next weekend and you'll hear the rest.

Love,
Dot.

The Initial Meal

The May Day Breakfast for the graduating students in the dormitory
meant more to us than ever before because after the morning of the
fifth of May, we gave up the hope of our annual piece of deliciously fried
chicken and fresh strawberries. But several days later our staff mothers
gathered us around an attractively decorated table and fed us heartily.

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As usual everybody (including the faculty) struggled with the knife,
fork and fried chicken, until someone started the ol' conversation,
"There's only one way to eat fried chicken . . ." Do you know the break-
fast was over before the author reached the chicken? But let's have some
criticism from outstanding personages present.
May Queen:

"A spring tonic; the season's best."
President of the Senior Class:

"One in a million."
Social Chairman of the Class:

"Definitely in the Grade A class"
President of the Y. W. C. A.

"Such a breakfast comes only once a year."
President of the A. A.

"Delicious, Delightful, Delovely."

Signed:

A Senior.

The Last is the Best

The Junior-Senior Prom was a great success. The novelty of a dinner-
dance in place of the banquet and dance pleased the escorts as well as the
Juniors and Seniors. The informality added a touch of humor, since
many couples, from force of habit, went through a receiving line which
wasn't supposed to function. The melodious rhythms of Bob Craig's
orchestra, the delicious supper planned by our "Miss Deef ", and the lovely,
lovely girls all combined to make this dance the best in tlie history of our
social life at the Maryland State Teachers College.

Rural Club Dinner

The annual Rural Club Dinner was held on Friday evening. May 7,
1937. Those who attended included members of the Rural Club, the
Natural History Group, and the Camera Club. The program was a very
enjoyable one. Mr. Harold Callovk'hill who is the Director of the Play-
ground Athletic League was the guest speaker.

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The Fathers' and Sons' Banquet

On the afternon of May nineteenth at the game between Teachers
College and Kenwood the campus presented a strange appearance. The
bleachers and sidelines were occupied with our Dads who really had an
interest in that game because "Little Joe" was playing his "Pop's" favorite
game. They seemed quite pleased with the results; well, so did we! After
the game, we heard echoes of "Nice going, son" — and, now, we men
would like to say, "Nice going, dads", and this is meant for the whole
program.

After the game we all agreed we were. ready for the picnic dinner
which was served inside, but still tasted "picnicky." The only things
missing were the bees, flies, leaves, and other usual attributes of an out-
door picnic.

Gathered in Newell Hall after supper. Dr. Tajl, our hostess, welcomed
us, making the gathering more conscious of the fellowship we all had
sensed. After we had joined in the singing of America, the boys got their
dads ready to sing by giving them a few of our favorites, one of which
was the song we sing to the girls, "My Girl's A Hullabaloo." The dads
responded with their old theme song, "Let Me Call You Sweetheart." After
these two numbers, we joined in some community singing of old numbers
such as "Good Old Summer Time" and "Smiles." There were so many
Sfniles we decided not to sing the word smiles, but just do what the song
suggested. In this community singing fathers showed their ability so it
was up to some of the boys to do something excellent. We were favored
by a double-quartet, a tenor solo by Edward Johnson, and a violin solo by
Sidney Baker. The dads who were not able to attend May Day, saw the
pictures of the event, and those who had seen it, especially the fellows, got
a great deal of enjoyment from this part of the program in seeing how
funny they could be in pictures. We had a large number of "fathers"
this year and hope that they will form the nucleus for more frequent
visits to the college and one hundred percent attendance at the banquet
next year.

BOSLEY ROYSTON, Sr.

**Heavy, Heavy Hangs Over Thy Head"

"If you hear of any farmers suffering from a drought this summer,
just notify Fr. 9. They'll plan a picnic!" So said Mrs. Brouwer as she
came into the Glen, ^traw hat in hand. She had expected to find her
section. There was a queer look of surprise on her face as she came upon
a group of dripping girls wrapped in blankets, (from the scavenger hunt)

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Everyone was eating apples, pickles, or "hot clogs" and laughing hilariously.
The torrents of rain which had fallen seemed to pour something into the
spirits of the girls.

"I feel just like a savage!" remarked one blanketed \oung lady as
she thrust a sausage into the fire, which with a little encouragement
burned just as brightly as the enthusiasm of the girls. Everyone laughed
at everyone else simply because she could not see herself.

'*Down The Spillway/'
1936 - 1937

MARYLAND State Teachers College did the spilling! We spilled
every college team in the state to become the Maryland Collegiate
Soccer champions. Not content with this honor we again added
Maryland and Hopkins to our next year's schedule.

Our team is to lose several regular players next year but with the
same cooperation and spirit shown in the past we should have great
chances of success. Our noteworthy opponents, Salisbury and Frostburg
Teachers Colleges, are going to be very strong; but we are worrying little
over this. Mentor Minnegan is trying to schedule Westchester Teachers
College and Princeton.

The basketball team also did some spilling — winning ten out of eleven
games in the small college class. It performed outstandingly against
University of Baltimore, being one of the two teams which held its own
in the first half of the game. University of Baltimore later defeated
University of Tennessee, Southern Conference champions. Our best
showing was at Wilson Teachers and will be long remembered as the
type of game we can and iiill play. We held a 27-3 lead in the first
half of the game and showed fine defensive and offensive form.

Next season we shall play all our former op{X>nents except Mt. St.
Marys and have arranged two games with John Hopkins University. What
with these and games with Catholic University, Loyola College, University
of Baltimore, Gallaudet, and American University, we shall have one of
the strongest schedules in the intercollegiate ranks. This year's Freshman
team developed some possible varsity material in Lou Cox, Jerry Jacobsen,
Danny Austerlitz, Sol Cohen, "Pee-Wee" Goedeke, Sam Sokolow, and
"Zip" Levin.

Baseball is the last M.S.T.C. sport to be raised to an all college level.
All of the games played in the practice schedule were formerly the regular
games. This team, like the Baltimore Orioles, have had a little difficulty

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getting started but now like the Orioles are displaying much improved
catching, batting, and base running. From Freshmen ranks two promising
pitchers — Austerlitz and Cox have come with Lauenstein, a catcher of
unusual merit. And since the battery is 80% of a team's defense, the
possibilities of a strong one are great.

The following players have shown much improvement after much
hard work: — 1st Baseman Goedeke, the boy with a reach like Gehrig — i.e.
both are left-handed, and second baseman "Dizzy" Sokolow (the life of
the team) , Parker, Weis, Levin, Massicot, and Austerlitz also show definite
infield progress. In the outfield, putting on a good show are Ubersax,
Cox, Horn, "Heinz" Tiemeyer, and "King" Williams.

Our main need for next year will be reserve catchers and more
pitching material in order to handle the teams of semi-pro calibre listed
on our schedule. The team has been handicapped by the lack of practice
but the steady progress made in Soccer and Basketball will soon be
shown in Baseball. By next year, or the following one, M.S.T.C. will
have a smooth, powerful, baseball team.

As we look over these performances of our teams, doesn't it seem that
we've got something here! Well, I'll be seeing all 458 of you at the next
big game — Stand up and cheer for Teachers College!

D. Jett Fr. 4.

Under the Weathervane

As the last term of the year nears its end, the school events grow more
numerous each day.

With the primary grades, excursions are popular even at this late date.
The first grade visited the Fire Department and the Post Office. The
second grade went to visit Curtis- Wright Airport to complete their study
of air transportation. The third grade is going on imaginary journeys
to foreign countries. They have been adventuring in Switzerland where
they climbed the Alps with the aid of guides and alpenstocks, yodeled
with the goat herders, made cheese, viewed glaciers and avalanches, and
in their few spare moments wrote home to friends and relatives telling
them about their experiences. They will soon fly across to Holland and
they are looking forward to many pleasant times there. The fourth grade
has learned to play small flutes and "sweetpotatoes." They have formed

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a music club and later they will give a concert for the rest of the school.

There is a new pupil named Oscar in the fifth grade. He is very
green, awfully tough, he has lots of teeth, and he eats raw meat. Incident-
ally he is a marvelous swimmer. Slater plans to give his little alligator
to the college when the fifth grade has finished studying him, for he's too
much trouble to feed. The college will have to teach him a few manners
because he is a bad hisser when he's hungry.

The members of the seventh grade are making their own yearbooks in
which they will put autographs and photographs of teachers and classmates.

For the first time in several years the Campus School Orchestra was
able to help us honor the lovely May Queen and her court with our sing-
ing and dancing at the annual May Day celebration. Later in May the
Campus School will have a gathering at which the families of the school
will have a chance to get acquainted with one another in the Glen. Supper
will be served and games will be played. Everyone is expected to have
a gay time. If this first "Glen Day" is a success we shall have another
next year.

This year has had its high points climaxing with closing exercises in
June. All of these events we have tried to give you in our reports of
what goes on under the weather vane. We hope the next seventh grade
will continue this pleasant job next year.

Seventh Grade.

"^XM"

Raindrops

It was a very, very cloudy day.

Up in the skies where the raindrops play.

The raindrops took a ride

With the very best of pride.

There was not much space

For the raindrops to race.

The carriage gave way

And, oh, what a spray —

On leaf and on flower

They danced by the hour,

Chasing all cares and sadness away.

Ruth Boulton, Grade Five.
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Jokes

It's all very well to play badminton. In fact, they tell us it's a "fast

game.

But we draw the line at getting "the bird".

"Excuse me, sir," said the charity worker to the smart young man in
the roadster. "Would you care to help the Poor Girls Home?"

"I should say I would," was the eager reply. "Where are they.?"

Western Breeze

Chaperon: Girls, I have a man outside whom I want you to meet.

Athletic girl: What can he do?

Religious girl: What Church does he attend?

Literary girl: What does he read?

Chorus girl: How much money does he make?

College girl: Where is he?

Junior Collegian

An assignment at a mid-western University was to bring in a report of the
Middle Ages. The professor received a review of "Life Begins At Forty."

Sivarthmore, Phoenix

Mr. Walther (Seeing Miss coming out of the library with a certain

magazine) : Well, she's not hungry. She has her corn et (Coronet
to you)

Mr. Walther (Meeting junior Special in the hall lunch time) : I'll be
a little late for class today. Class will be held in the visual Educa-
tion room, and will meet and discuss these two topics until I arrive:
(1) Your Operations, (2) The Faculty.

The teacher had asked her class to write a short composition on the
subject "Water". One scholar seemed to be having difficulty, but finally
turned in his paper, and here is what he wrote:

"Water is a light colored, wet liquid which turns dark when you
wash in it."

Did you hear about the movie in Jamaica, N.Y. whose box office girl
plays solitaire with the tickets and the ushers are all quitting because they
are afraid to stay in the dark alone?

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another idea, and away goes the bed and the tables and the bureau again ;
isn't it just hke her to burn up and leave in a blaze when you tell
her that the room is exactly as it was before she started ?

H. G.

Mining

A miner who mined in a mine

One day put a sign in the mine

To remind the mind

That mined the mine

To mind the mind it mined.

H. S.

From The Columns of Fairmont State Teachers College, West Vir-
ginia, comes more rules of conduct. This list is for men.

Don't make dates and then break them without sufficient reason;
maybe you aren't the only fish in the pond.

Don't make the evening out your opportunity for a harangue about
your achievements; you may be surprised, but she probably has a few
herself.

Don't talk about her best girl friend as "some cute dame"; after all
there are limits even to her heroic and self-sacrificing nature.

Don't ask her to "call you about seven"; she's your girl friend, not
your prompter in a one-man show.

Don't clutch her like a drowning man when you're dancing with
her; she's no life preserver.

When she tells you it's time to leave, don't insist on staying all night.
Maybe she can't sleep all the next day.

If she looks particularly nice, don't forget to tell her about it; girls
love it.

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